#2
Quote:Out, done, through. Itâs over now and itâs not gonna change. Save what you will, take it off the bill. Itâs over-done, over-worked and under-achieved. See what you want, keep it in the end. Hear what you want, empty out the pale. Feel what you want, burn down the world. Etcetera. Etcetera. Etcetera. What was once there, sunk below the surface. Keep digging, X marks the spot. Wire-tap signals from across the ocean. You say you miss me, the closer things are the farther you get. Chaotic, robotic, programmed to kill. Scarred up fingers, too close to disaster. Mastered the art of disappearing. The best has come and gone the worst is already here. Caved in and suffocating with a shovel in your hand. Just stopped by to say hello but the words kept coming. Lost without a map, watching moss on the trees. Cracked open compass and hammer in your hand. Left a trail of bread crumbs that I couldnât find. Fight them off, surrounded. Empty to the core, start drilling for oil. No point, no reason, to fear what could be. Blind eyes gone. Set sail with the dead winds, the quiet waters fishing for souls. The clouds cracked apart and the sun shone darkness through. Connect through artificial worlds, leaving none behind. We make what we want, what we can, what we will. Left with nothing but cans and some string. Hereâs the new link, now make it sing. A universal language, inevitable, no, impossible. Speed down the highway, running from. . .uhâ¦
Worn out, torn out, these clothes are spent. Get a new paint job, crawl through the vent. Thermostat on the fullest degree, youâve found your way now whatâs your plea.