A void is sucking the ground in between us,
You try to fix it with a bridge of pretty words.
Still the void yawns wider.
A blindfold darkens your eyes from the pit,
while I prepare my liquid ammunition.
I’m burning the bridge that spans the gap between us,
but you won’t see it ’cause you’re still wearing your blindfold.
By the time you smell the smoke, it’ll be too late.