God would never expect this
A dying bird in a nest
Swallowing the endless void
Bellowing for what seems eternal
I turn towards the sky
Distorted clouds in the shrouds
Wasteful space, wasteful materials
A long string of loose tape
What I did was only for nothing
I only lived, nothing to think
The melody is now syncopated
The notes are now coming to an end
No longer to hold on and pretend
We\'re all ant-walking alligators
Walking off to our own craters