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So the hearse ran out of gas, the passenger person grabbed a map and the driver inside contrived a new route to save the past, he checked his watch and grabbed a cab, a beautifully plain taxi cab. A cab. We had it cleared out back and two men started to unpack. Driving once again but now this time there were three men and then I heard one of them say,"I know the night will turn to grey, I know the stars will start to fade when all the darkness fades away." We had to steal him from his fate so he could see another day. Then I cracked open my box, someone must've picked the lock, a little light revealed a spot that my fingernails had fought, then I pushed it open more, pushing up against the floor. Then I sat up off the floor and found the breath I was searching for. There were three men up front, all I saw were backs of heads then I asked them,"Am I alive and well or am I dreaming dead?" Then one turned around to say,"We're driving towards the morning sun where all your blood is washed away and all you did will be undone."
-MY FUCKING MIND ALL DAY
(Taxi Cab, Twenty Øne Piløts)