Air drawn thickly in suffocatingly solid Ink blackout The soil is richer The darker it swerves into the pink I can't see my hand in front of my face Was it erased? Oh, thin the skin of the curtain We're certainly encased in Prick the membranes with safety pins And lay bare the night Launch down into our deepest pits And burst right through them with lightbulbs Or surrender to your need to quit 'Cause if you lose your life, you'll find it In pitch-black, can I still commit? Trips through dark emotions aren't incompatible With the effort to focus Focus on light