All's quiet, except for this song.
So maybe while 
I'm not together 
I can feel like 
I'm not alone.
And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts.
Young sirens wail with a skewed sense of glory.
And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of flight.
And there's a joy, a joy in all 
I can see.
A joy, in every possibility.
And all around this is a great, great feeling.
American rockets red-glared our mostdisgusting triumph.
And in passing 
I am asked "
Do you believe in a 
God?",
I shrug off the answer and continue to get high in this terror of no explanation.
I am looking for a faith.
My panic is an only reason.
And there's a joy, a joy in all 
I can see.
A joy, in every possibility.