They’re touches that you never feel Cuts that happen in the heat of your fight
You’re just the last to know it’s real And though you can’t recall, they sting in your side Something’s coming. Just beyond your feelers
They’re warnings that you never hear Till the glass explodes - it’s seen with your eyes
Forever captive of your fears Your distraction holds your ransom so high
There’s no signs, no rhyme, no reason, why and how, right now Once you know it’s over - you’re the last to find out
These are the things you don’t see coming Tie the blindfold tight These are the words of another victim Standing still as they’re killed by the whiplash