Off-Screen Death

Turn it off, no one's invested in this projection anyway
An off-screen death is all I can ever hope to live to see
Written off, one of us won't make it past the cutting room
The same who's bound to be credited as an extra in the end

You'll know when the covers start to quickly fade
How crooked the scale when it leans down all the way
From the high ground you'll see everything coming miles away
The uphill battles you're acquainted to

Cut them off these chains so the ghost is done with rattling
An off-screen death is all you'll have, 'cause I can't see this straight

I'll rain upon this whole parade
Avoiding attention like a plague

You'll know when the covers start to quickly fade
How crooked the scale when it leans down all the way
From the high ground you'll see everything coming miles away
The uphill battles you're acquainted to

You'll know when the covers start to quickly fade
How crooked the scale when it leans down all the way
From the high ground you'll see everything coming miles away
The awkwardness of the receiving end