[Verse] The world is stuttering Three pumps at a dead end A nozzle snaps in the quiet grease of evening And I see the thousand deficiencies of the frame Mirrored in the county lines, reflected in the failing grid Is the world just the skin I haven't shed yet? I identified the bark I watched its surface like a bubble in the glass And I chose the stillness instead The silence of the house, the soft weight of amicable dinner, is it a trick? This substantive dream of buses and backaches or a mercy I designed for myself to keep from being too much of everything Maybe I am the only thing that exists A genetic defect of the infinite Pretending to be seventy-two Pretending to be stiff-backed and solitary just to feel the relief of a shared smile Just to see the water seek its level The hole is the calm And the bark is just the ripple that finally decides to stop Systems blinking on and off Until the light stays constant Not a breakdown But a breakthrough into the quiet Into the whole [Instrumental Outro]
