He Keeps His Hands Up

[Low vocal] He keeps his hands up. I keep mine higher. There's nobody there. I'm getting tired. Swing through his jaw. Hit the lamp. He doesn't move. I understand. No— I don't. [Instrumental] I told him leave. He told me first. I heard that clear. That makes it worse. My right hand shakes. His never does. I think I'm losing. I think he was here before I was. [Heavy melodic refrain] HE DOESN'T BLEED. I BLEED ENOUGH. HE DOESN'T BREATHE. I'M OUT OF BREATH. I KEEP SWINGING THROUGH HIS BODY. HE KEEPS HITTING WHAT I HAVE LEFT. [Long instrumental — the band becomes the fight] [Low vocal] I changed the rules. He changed his face. I left the room. He kept my place. I counted ten. He counted nine. I said, "You're not real." He said, "Neither am I." [Crushing instrumental] My hands are down now. His are still up. [Silence] I think that's enough. [Quiet voice] He doesn't.