I come here to become undone My words like fingers pulling at loose threads Until its all out there, in ribbons and shambles A relatably undiscernible mess.
I felt that i would age easier never once having been young Yet how could I hope to finish a race that a starting pistol had not begun So the crowds they stand assembled with that ticker tape pulled so taut I'm chipped and pinned from today as my mortality begins it's rot
I'm digitised and I'm monetised a childhoods faith long since lost Personal decline shared communally as another nail is mounted on this cross
Yet we slow reveal that we have a tribe through a lonely sax on the mystery train We shall survive to take another step a radio dial through the driving rain Towards that path of lifes confusion to start again how would it feel As night does fall and day does break we mould these chains to our tribal wheel