Take out everything.
Tear it all out of me.
Take out everything.
Rip it all out of me.

Take what you need.
Tear it all out of me.
Take what you need.
Rip it all out of me.

But you only feel it on the outside.
You wanna leave it where it stands.
You feel the squish and kick it aside.
And hope that no one understands.

You hear the yell.
You ring the bell.
You fight the battle.
But no one knows just what you want.

You scream the scream.
You rip seam.
You grip the paddle.
And no one knows what house you haunt.

But you only feel it on the outside.
It never gets under your skin.
You take your hate and put it in your pride,
‘Cause that’s the only way you’ll win.

Let out an impotent scream,
When nothing’s quite what it seemed.
You cry out, “victim of circumstance”.

You’re caught up on your hate.
Ignore mistakes that you’ve made.
All your misfortunes were merely chance.

But you only feel it on the outside.
You turn your head. You look away.
You favour peace for only one side.
I guess there’s nothing more to say…

I discover myself, tiny, bean-shaped on the tiled floor.
Raised to my knees the edge of the counter feels deadly.

Thank the gods, not this.

The mirror stares back at my shame with only wet redness.

I look at the offending object.
Well, that could have been worse.

I look to the ground.
Well, that could have been worse.

The effort required to hold back against the floor worries me.

I kept it cool. There is no mark.

I discover all of us.

We are as leaves floating in a puddle.
We rot.
We may become adhered to a shoe,
Or squished into the ground,
But we know we are rotting.

The Curtains are open and closed at the same time.
Can you see it?
Will you see it?

When one door closes another opens.
The brighter it gets the closer you are.
Keep going, don’t stop, others will join us soon.

Follow the stars of the divine, it’s within the three that you will find.
The ones we carry inside, passing it on to others that seek it.
They’re waiting, right beneath
the music vine.

So ride the ride, as the waves may take us, and hold on tight.
It’s that fire we carry inside.

Follow the stars and soon you will see.
You’ll Find me waiting, within the three, and you will know that it is me.

All those secrets and memories forgotten long ago, they come back in pieces.
Be patient my love, we’re almost there.

Because the Curtains are open and closed at the same time.
Can you see it?
Will you see it?