Sliding Doors

Sliding doors on butterfly wings
Nothing is yours, it's all for free
A rip in spacetime, a cosmic fluke
A glimpse of the turbine that created you

Where do I begin?
Peel back all your skin
Sometimes the truth can hurt
Everything is just getting worse

A chance encounter, a casual glance
A natural disaster that makes you dance
A rip in spacetime, a cosmic fluke
A glimpse of the turbine that created you

Where do I begin?
Peel back all your skin
Sometimes the truth can hurt
Everything is just getting worse

Everything is just getting worse
Everything is just getting worse
Everything is just getting worse
Everything is just getting worse

Where do I begin?
Peel back all your skin
Sometimes the truth can hurt
But everything is just getting worse