[OPEN] Don’t believe me when I’m tired. That’s when the shadows get promoted. [VERSE 1] Something lingers just behind the gaze. Floats to the surface on the weaker days. Dread says: temporary. Dread says: pointless. Dread says: look how fast it goes. Too tired to argue. Too tired to doubt the doubt. It rises. It whispers. It puts my face on. [PRE-CHORUS] Existence must be fleeting. So it has no matter. So it has no meaning. Right? ... Right? [CHORUS] DON’T BELIEVE ME WHEN I’M TIRED. Dread gets loud when the blood runs low. DON’T BELIEVE ME WHEN I’M TIRED. Wonder was here before I knew where to go. Before I knew death— I knew astonishment. [VERSE 2] I remember the hands. I remember the feet. Before dread learned language, wonder got there first. Five fingers. Five toes. A body looking back from the inside. How did this happen? How am I here? [BUILD] The flowers disagree. The sky has filed no complaint. Somewhere, somebody is laughing without permission. Beauty says nothing. It just keeps happening. [CHORUS] DON’T BELIEVE ME WHEN I’M TIRED. Dread says: nothing. Wonder says: look again. DON’T BELIEVE ME WHEN I’M TIRED. Same pulse. Same body. Different witness. [BREAKDOWN] Both can consume. Both make the point. One calls it ending. One calls it miracle. Same pulse. Same body. Different witness. [DARK HARMONIC BLOOM] Before I knew death— I knew astonishment. Before dread learned language— wonder got there first. [FINAL CHORUS] DON’T BELIEVE ME WHEN I’M TIRED. The dark gets clever when the body bends. DON’T BELIEVE ME WHEN I’M TIRED. Beauty was never gone. I just stopped looking at it. Dread says: fleeting. Wonder says: look again. Both can consume. Both make the point. [FINAL] Five fingers. Five toes. How am I here? ... Look again. [HARD END]
