The world is everything
The world is everything
And I move close
But you move closer
And out of the spring
And into the summer
And out of the dark
Into the blessing of others
The table of goods
The bright bolt of lightning
And she loved him there once
But she's still not through fighting
And you can't swallow it
But you can't spit it out
It's there in her hair
It's coming out of her eyes
To taste her is bitter
But the world is alive
And the world is everything
The world is everything
The world is everything
The world is everything
Your poetry describing me
It doesn't come close
You work the handle
You smear and turn
But you come no closer to meaning
It's your vanity
That's obvious
It embarrasses
Those that adore you
But who's gonna talk
Oh how it'll hurt
You were always unstable
But you've gotten worse
You looked into mirrors
Where death was at work
Of that you were certain
But it was all surface
And surface is numb
Something to wake ups
From cultural slumbers
You fucking sleepwalkers
Go on and sleep
Go on and sleep
This is tomorrow
The underglimmering
And everything that dies
The underglimmering
Something to wake ups
From cultural slumbers
You fucking sleepwalkers
Go on and sleep
Something to wake ups
From cultural slumbers
You fucking sleepwalkers
Go on and sleep
And you hang behind me
On the ladder of my spine
