And I can see the sun gave birth to my eyes
And gnawed until the bones got bleached, bleached by the light
When the earth is like a vacant boat
Who will index the reeking foam?
And I can see the sun gave birth to my eyes
Bury me in a quiet place where no one else can see
What my rotting flesh might accomplish once it's released its energy
Or mount me in the middle of the living room, entombed in a glass case
So the AIs that outlive us will look puzzled and dismayed
When the earth is like a vacant boat
Who will index the reeking foam?
When the earth is like a vacant boat
Will the night reclaim the death that life stole from it?
When the earth is like a vacant boat
Who will index the reeking foam?
When the earth is like a vacant boat
Will the night reclaim the death that life stole from it?
And I can see the sun gave birth to my eyes
And gnawed until the bones got bleached, bleached by the light
When the earth is like a vacant boat
Who will index the reeking foam?