...

I went to a place and I saw something
I wasn't supposed to see
and then it happened again
I screamed
but all that came out were the sounds of a dying machine.
and then it happened again

I'm going backwards.
retracing the steps
I'm sorry I took.
From a spectator perspective.

Rewind, the scratched record.
Hear yourself
Hear yourself
Hear yourself

You did it again.
Didn't you learn last time?
No I did not.
No I did not.

I'm listening to the world.
And we sound like a

scratched record.