Film It All - Trevor Powers

Siren of the shade you’ve never known my inhuman dream

Through a channel housed in plastic, loafers living in the bland

Safety isn’t real anymore

It’s just a thing we say

The cyclone’s here if I’m not mistaken

Blow me away

Guardian camera

A friend to blame for the blood

While his family was watching the game, he’s high in the tub

Oh, God, here they come

The lead-heavy pencils who erase every fall

Mounted camera on his desk, brown sugar filling up his chest

Just take it all

Go ahead, take it from me

Go ahead, take it from me

Go ahead, take it from me

Go ahead, take it from me

We’ll film it all

We’ll film it all

We’ll film it all

Safety isn’t real anymore

It’s just a game we play

What makes a person more than ordinary?

Hand over me

Hand over me

Hand over me

Memory, it was only for pretend

Brother was calling her name

She counted to ten

Dead leaves in the Benz

It’s only pretend

It’s only pretend

Go ahead, take it from me

Go ahead, take it from me

Go ahead, take it from me

We’ll film it all

Go ahead, take it from me

Go ahead, take it from me

Go ahead, take it from me

We’ll film it all

We’ll film it all

We’ll film it all