LYRIC

Dive into this still life
Embrace it as you lose the thread
I’m the only one to witness your downfall
For centuries we’ve been running late
Over and over again
But right there on the following page
I can see it come to an end
It’s where I’m heading now
Do I frustrate you? she said
I really don’t mean to
We’re merely lucky collections of particles and some stick together more than others
Maybe our’s are not supposed to catch on
My thoughts and considerations are drops in an ocean and my body is a shell very close to
The one you are wearing
So why think about more than that?
Stretching out this thing gives me purpose, she said
And I will create something within that, that makes me happy
Lives would pass in sailing cities
There on our fabricated islands
And the memories distort before I can tell
For centuries they’ve been fading
Over and over again
But right there on the following page
I can see it come to an end
It’s where I’m heading now
So maybe you should give this stretched out thing to someone else, he said
Right now it repels me like I am made of its complete opposite matter
I could reinvent myself and create a different surface to stay under
One that you recognize, and you are familiar with, but I am pretty sure it will not be a
Sustainable solution
All I want is to be free, even if that means I will have nothing to distract me
So what will make you free? She asked
To rely on nobody’s affection and only know that your work is a distraction from the fact that
There is no purpose?
Purpose. Purpose. Purpose

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