Sliding Doors

Sliding doors on butterfly wings Nothing is yours, it's all for free A rip in spacetime, a cosmic fluke A glimpse of the turbine that created you Where do I begin? Peel back all your skin Sometimes the truth can hurt Everything is just getting worse A chance encounter, a casual glance A natural disaster that makes you dance A rip in spacetime, a cosmic fluke A glimpse of the turbine that created you Where do I begin? Peel back all your skin Sometimes the truth can hurt Everything is just getting worse Everything is just getting worse Everything is just getting worse Everything is just getting worse Everything is just getting worse Where do I begin? Peel back all your skin Sometimes the truth can hurt But everything is just getting worse