picture it colorless

and render it bloodless. i don't want to see them at the end, bottle those fears up by draining the bottle. wishin' on we hold tight to our perspective, a three pound version of everything. flip the switches and grab on for dear life, love. we'll see an end to this if only in the form of dying organisms. set the magnifying glass just right and we can burn scars in our hands, burn stars in our heads. lack of entity belittles us, let's stretch our fingers out and LET go. that's when it's time.
now's when it's time to marinate these hours in our blood