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[Lyric Note]
From behind the walls, Pollock cautiously observes

[Pollock]
You're blowing through the home like a hurricane
Shooting through the rooms like a bullet train—
Oh no—looking for what you shouldn't
You're going to wish you didn't
You can find pleasure in the crux of pain
It seems you've find a way to dance on your own grave
You're digging deeper when you say:

[Cassius]
Come out, come out
I heard such shouting from the wings
I know you're up there

[Cassius and Pollock, whispering]
Lurking... watching...

[Pollock]
We could play a game of hot and cold
Your fingers nearly froze looking through those old photos;
It ain't a memory you're seeking
It's more like a feeling
Inspiration's a funny thing—
The more the mind wilts, the more of a wellspring
You're getting warmer when you sing: