Exit, exit.

In a panic, frantic and raving.
An uproarious inferno, unable to conceal
Just a glance into the solitude obscurity,
And you'll be directed to evade the crime scene.
Disregard the bitter rot of this reality,
Sever the memory of that cruel glance.
Sometimes, it's smarter not to know.
Sometimes, yesterdays revolution
Can alter what's left for you to believe is everything.