Turn it off, no one's invested in this projection anyway An off-screen death is all I can ever hope to live to see Written off, one of us won't make it past the cutting room The same who's bound to be credited as an extra in the end You'll know when the covers start to quickly fade How crooked the scale when it leans down all the way From the high ground you'll see everything coming miles away The uphill battles you're acquainted to Cut them off these chains so the ghost is done with rattling An off-screen death is all you'll have, 'cause I can't see this straight I'll rain upon this whole parade Avoiding attention like a plague You'll know when the covers start to quickly fade How crooked the scale when it leans down all the way From the high ground you'll see everything coming miles away The uphill battles you're acquainted to You'll know when the covers start to quickly fade How crooked the scale when it leans down all the way From the high ground you'll see everything coming miles away The awkwardness of the receiving end