I believe it
But I throw away the hours and days
They turn to waste
Languishing in my eternity
Just withering
I'm only chasing ashes
Echo of a mound of hair and teeth
I drift like sleep
Well, now am I free?
Holding onto all I want to last
On a phonograph
Keep spinning spinning spinning
I'm a memory
I'm a reverie
I'm a fantasy
I'm a fallacy
I'm dishonesty (alight on the stem of an unflower)
I'm hypocrisy (with petals like black moths)
I'm a memory (dreaming of before, before)
I'm a reverie (before, before)
I'm a fantasy (alight on the stem of an unflower)
I'm a fallacy (with petals like black moths)
I'm dishonesty (dreaming of before, before)
I'm a fallacy (before, before)
I believe it but I push it down
Each inch of ground
A graveyard now
All collapsing with black holes and clouds
I'm broken down
Burst wide open now