When we realize we're only to die then we're out of here. We're just skirting on the surface. We have only to click our fingers and we disappear. We're just skirting on the surface. Doll eyes trying to pull you through the ice. Being drawn to the ledge. When we realize that once we're broken then nothing mends. We're just skirting on the surface. When we realize we're only held in suspension. Until someone comes along and shakes us. And as the pattern lines cross their fingers like a web. Will we die upon the surface?. Doll eyes trying to pull you through the ice. Being drawn to the ledge. When we realize that once we're broken then nothing mends. We're just skirting on the surface