In The Aisle, Yelling Lyrics - Far

Blessed be 

Messed up me 

Should I feel different? Was I 

Crying to get my face wet 

To discern what I did from what I thought 

It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got 

It's part of me. 

Blessed be. 

Low lit theatre 

Quiet crowd 

I'm on the screen projected 

I'm in the aisle yelling fire.