• Artist: Thrice
• Song Title: A Living Dance Upon Dead Minds
• Album: The Illusion Of Safety

Love everywhere,
Exploding, maims and blinds.
A living dance upon dead minds.
But surely does not forget (perish)
Sleep cannot be photographed (measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains.
Why it's love, but at the earliest spear of sun
Perfectly should disappear.
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?