Their cause/ our affect. (From a crawl to a full sprint) now we collect rain, away from town to wash down bone-marrow-meals... the lion, the weed, do what they need with unquestioning redundancy... But, (if you ask me) if all this "keepin' on" is just for keepin' on, then it makes more sense to leave. But how can nothing be real if I can feel...

…if I can feel that none of this is real?

But when they draw on the walls, the walls go away. The bombshells? The bullets?
It's like to them, it never happened...

I'm ready to know
-I'm read to see, what it is that he sees
-past the dеbris -like dandelion leafs
Lookin' up through thе cracks on the pavement

What fire does burn in that little heart!
Dear God, let it catch on me

Cause when they draw on the walls, the walls go away the bombshells... the bullets... it's like to them it never happened. And when he talks, the walls go away, and for a moment it's like for me

It's already happening