Equal parts fact and fiction beat me so senseless into submission can't make the jump without suspicion you rely on your fixation the edge of your solid ground is closer than you think you better watch your step it looms closer than you think losing touch with your true reality something obvious that you will never see watch the words fail effortlessly can't take back what it does to me forced confrontation for whose benefit doesn't move me not even a wit your just a poor child throwing another fit fan the flames of what you lit.