Tangled in a mess of trees
I see a blurry me
A distorted me
Everything looks beautiful from the hill
Fast forward motion as I stand still
My vision is running low
People wave from here to there
And you, I don’t even really know you
Focus myself god damn it, tighten the lens
They're cracks between your face
Puzzle pieces I cant get straight
I can't find where I belong
It's an out of tune song
Tangled in a mess of trees
I see a blurry me
A distorted me
Everything looks beautiful from the hill
Fast forward motion as I stand still
The ground of bodies are shaking
It's hailing upon them
100 figures into 1
Hail until I see no more
What are all these faces for?
I see a blurry me
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