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
I'm hypocrisy

Alight on the stem of an unflower
With petals like black moths
Dreaming of before before 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