A Softer World - Foxes In Fiction

Can you picture a man who’s his own hologram?

Here I am in New York, what do the words «trillium killer» mean?

No one knew where you went, I showed you how the light bent

And no one knew what to do, we watched it consume you

(Rewriting your history)

The drugs work just like we planned

A softer world I built by hand

And all I should have known by now

I’d start to understand

Can you think of your rage, how it’s growing with age

I traced the light refracted through me, then decrypted a message to me

No one knew what to do the day it consumed you

(I know you long for the sound)

The drugs work just like we planned

A softer world I built by hand

And all I should have known by now

I’d start to understand

The bruised arms from all the blood drawn

I’m drawing up a softer world

Forgive me for the things we’ve done

I’ll die here in this world

My warm blood’s working overtime

A threat dissolved from the inside

A fresh start every year or two

A plan to learn to drive