When the world is crumbling around
I fill the silence with a nervous kind of sound
As my dresser drawers stand as nothing more
Than the graves of the people I've been
As I float out into the light
All the families in their homes drone and collide
As I pass them by, I can't help but cry
For the myth of original sin
And the way that it rots me from within
In the meadow smoking easing my mind
With mindless chatter sought to soothe the time
We are all abreast facing nothingness
Now a well beckons something untrue:
With good faith, we might all be made new
For all the time I'll spend here untethered
I know soon the rain will soak down into my bones
For all the time we'll spend here together
We ought to try to brave the weather as one
But I've no one
No I am no one
I'm a tired flood
I'm a dimming sun
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