[verse 1 - soft falsetto, close mic, tape loop crackle under reverse guitar textures] Existence plays its music on the most peculiar brass It falls apart more quickly than a thing was meant to pass It is a hollow byproduct of cosmic circumstance Our only real amusement is a self-made, waking trance [chorus - layered falsetto with detached undertone, glitch beats bloom] So why don’t you just take these hands that can’t hold anything Why don’t you just pull these eyes that can’t see anything Why don’t you just peel this skin that can’t feel anything I’m living in a fantasy [verse 2 - slightly more detached vocal, rhythmic but fragile] Affection is a contract that was written to be torn A beautiful collection of the lies we have all sworn It is a busy intersection where everybody speeds It is the tangled mess of you… and me… and our… misdeeds… [chorus - glitchier, vocal layers growing restless] So why don’t you just take these hands that can’t hold anything Why don’t you just pull these eyes that can’t see anything Why don’t you just peel this skin that can’t feel anything I’m living in a fantasy [bridge - whispered, falsetto rising, background swells into wall of sound] What if the fantasy is real What if the only thing to feel Is nothing… everything… This beautiful, terrible… everything… [final chorus - desperate, overlapping vocal takes, walls of sound rising] So take these hands that can’t hold anything Take these eyes that can’t see anything Take this skin that can’t feel anything I’m living in a fantasy [outro - fragile falsetto, slowly dissolving loops, fading tape hiss] Living in a fantasy… You and me… A fantasy…
