Will darkness go down and redemption arrive before "ceiling fans and idle hands...take my life, again"? I know "we have romantic fantasies about what dying truly is" but what if it isn't fantasy? What if all of this pain leaves me once the last synopsis does? I know, "this room is far too dark for us to stay around" and I have to get out of this room somehow. "What I know I must let go but I would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along."

At the end of the day, all of these glowing eyes that sing to me, I just want to "make them stop". Please....make them stop.

(All quotes are lyrics from 'Glowing Eyes' by Twenty One Pilots.)