Two voices collide: one raw and aching, pleading for connection through pain; the other a frantic, surreal rush of images and rebellion. Together they move from despair toward chaotic light.
All this feels strange and untrue, and I won't waste a minute without you. My bones ache, my skin feels cold, and I'm getting so tired and so old. The anger swells my guts, and I won't feel these slices and cuts. I want so much to open your eyes, 'cause I need you to look into mine. Tell me that you'll open your eyes. Tell me that you'll open your eyes. Tell me that you'll open your eyes. Tell me that you—
Swing low, sweet cherry, make it apple. It's your life, it's your party, it's so apple. Let's start a fire, let's have a riot, it's apple. It was calm, yeah, it was perfect, now it's apple. They know how to break up with girls like you. Oh, what you're getting is the wild, bold, and adventurous. You made all the girls like you, and they're selling out to girls like you. Do it corporate, little girl. Hurry, run away with the light. Run away, it's divine. Let's run away tonight. There's still a light out there. Oh no, we've got some mind of our own, so go to hell and keep watching Lincoln, yes, that's right. Love would never leave us alone, in the darkness you must come out the light. Could you be love and be loved? And that's it.
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