Lyrics: James Dalzell Hodge
Music: James Dalzell Hodge
I burned my kitchen down
Just cooking an autumn salad
I feel like such a clown
Finding a path that's valid
I tried to come out of the pool
But someone removed all the ladders
I'll be your April fools
If you tell me if any of this matters
Hold your breath now
It's all a simulation
Keep your head down
It's someones machination
There's a faint chance
That this is real
But I don't want to wager with those odds
No, I don't want to anger the gods
I've found ways to survive this long
Staying quiet and aloof
I wish this house could feel like Home
But someone's taken off the roof
It always feels like something's wrong
Like falling with no parachute
But if this winds up my swan song
At least the reapеrs kind of cute
Take a breath now
If that's a simulation
Then it's a good one
Just an observation
There's a faint chance
That this is real
But I don't want to wager with those odds
No, I don't want to anger the gods
Hold your breath now
It's all a simulation
Keep your head down
It's someones machination
There's a faint chance
That this is real
But I don't want to wager with those odds
No, I don't want to anger the gods