PARTING OF THE SENSORY
There’s no work in walking and it fueled the talk.
I would grab my shoes and then away I’d walk
through all the stubborn beauty I’d start at the dawn
until the sun had fully stopped, never walking away from
just a way to pull apart, dehydrate back into minerals.
A lifelong walk to the same exact spot. Carbon’s anniversary.
The parting of the sensory. It’s old, old news to read.
The parting of the sensory. Who the hell made you the boss?
We placed our chips in all the right spots, but still lost!
Any shithead who had ever walked
could take this ship and do a much finer job.
This fits like clothes made out of wasps! Oh fuck it, I guess I lost.
The parting of the sensory. Carbon’s anniversary.
Just part of the game, if you please.
Carbon’s anniversary. Who the hell made you the boss?
If you say what to do I know what not to stop.
With you as the ship who would ever get on?!
The weather changed and for the worse.
It came down on us like it had been rehearsed!
Not like you’d hoped but change will come, and be awful for most
and really good for some. We’d pulled the trigger but forgot to cock.
Oh fuck it I guess we lost!
Someday you will die somehow and some things gonna steal you carbon.
Someday you will die and somehow some thing or someone steals your carbon.
Someday you will die and somehow you will figure out how often...
Something will die and you are going to steal its carbon.
Somehow and somewhere you’re gonna lose your carbon.
There’s no work in walking and it fueled the talk.
I would grab my shoes and then away I’d walk
through all the stubborn beauty I’d start at the dawn
until the sun had fully stopped, never walking away from
just a way to pull apart, dehydrate back into minerals.
A lifelong walk to the same exact spot. Carbon’s anniversary.
The parting of the sensory. It’s old, old news to read.
The parting of the sensory. Who the hell made you the boss?
We placed our chips in all the right spots, but still lost!
Any shithead who had ever walked
could take this ship and do a much finer job.
This fits like clothes made out of wasps! Oh fuck it, I guess I lost.
The parting of the sensory. Carbon’s anniversary.
Just part of the game, if you please.
Carbon’s anniversary. Who the hell made you the boss?
If you say what to do I know what not to stop.
With you as the ship who would ever get on?!
The weather changed and for the worse.
It came down on us like it had been rehearsed!
Not like you’d hoped but change will come, and be awful for most
and really good for some. We’d pulled the trigger but forgot to cock.
Oh fuck it I guess we lost!
Someday you will die somehow and some things gonna steal you carbon.
Someday you will die and somehow some thing or someone steals your carbon.
Someday you will die and somehow you will figure out how often...
Something will die and you are going to steal its carbon.
Somehow and somewhere you’re gonna lose your carbon.
