Sang in the middle of what could have been the end as stories became religion worshipped by the ones who were protagonists in tragedies, does that mean victims; perhaps there is no such thing as time, making the chorus far more than a moot joint in a structure that doesn't care about gravitational remorse; can memory re-write itself: self-evidently yes, thus the moment seized may have been a reverse heist, and I'm still stolen.