Grab them by their hair and then start to pull it Down the neon pink stairs that lead out Into the world that's still covered in shrapnel Just like the hole inside your stomach now Riding through the desert, an imaginary shore Is the only constant inside of their mind Pretty meaningless in hindsight The lack of trees freaks you out There's too much sand all around But without any waves, It just seems so desolate And your muffled cries Sound so desperate Peace falls on you for a minute When you deprive them all their senses They blame you for becoming unhinged And every mile you gave them Shrunk down to an inch