Whiplash

A laugh will escort you out, Signaling to the alarm. Cheshire smiles at you with robust delirious And delirium situates its landingpad on quaint questions Which slip from your mouth as you see them. Gleeming through pale flesh Maritime prospects, now tethered and feathered to the floor These witches have played this trick before! That I can tell you for shore. Silence will cover grey as you submerge under the waves. So for your life's sake through dying days, Leave the aviatrix to ride And see life for the purpose of changes Situations meeting engaged faces, Human lives sought after in the universe as the currency of the Faceless Embraced with, and stained with YOUR fatal traces all over the paint drip