[Intro - Rubato Entrance, Music Box Crystalline Note, Sparse Breath Texture] We gave it over gave ourselves over to something greater [Verse 1 - Delicate Whispered Fragmented Delivery, Measured Silence] What does that mean? What do we do? You cannot run on yourself alone You will collide with everything everyone Even your goodness becomes collision [Verse 2 - Organic Building Orchestration, Theatrical Fragmented Delivery] We are all small players in our own terrible ballet Arranging the lights the actors the scenery "If they would just stay still If they would just do as I arranged it" [Chorus - Hypnotic Looping Vocals, Ethereal Layered Textures, Dark Dissonant Shift] The show breaks The show always breaks Sometimes you are kind patient generous self-sacrificing But you are still arranging Still seeking What happens? What always happens? The show doesn't suit you You exert You demand You become gracious then cruel The play still doesn't fit You blame the other players You grow angry indignant small [Bridge - Quiet Contrast, Strategic Silence, Single Low Note Resonance] Is this not the basic trouble? [Climax - Overlapping Vocal Loops, Building Intensity, Dissonant Swell] Self-seeker even in kindness self-seeker even alright Victim of the delusion that you can wrest happiness from this if you just arrange it right Don't they see it? The other players? Don't they see what you want? Don't your plans make them want to take to snatch to destroy what you've built? Even in your best moments You are a producer of confusion Not harmony Not harmony Not harmony [Outro - Afterglow, Warped Music Box Fade, Ritual Close] You built this Tragic broken show And now you're dancing in the wreckage of your own arrangements What do we do? What do we do? [quiets to nothing but a church organ, and then in hushed reverence] …I offer myself to thee…
