We were just standing in time

and all of these pieces were racking into nothing

and I should just settle down.

These time-clock instruments display

some kind of currency

I fear that we are all the same.

and I could find the evidence

all transcribed in circumstantial lies

they were everything 

nothing's left but somehow I go on.



They are lost in 

subtle sleeping.

These hours, these hours

all lost in this design

This time around.



These hours, these hours

they are lost in this design

this time was dead this time was dead

but I'm not waiting ever.



Silence  Virtue

originality is not required

it's trite

not required but I'm still speaking



This droning this breathing

these dripping wires are torn apart. 

My mind is dead my mind is dead

and I'm not ever better.



And I was just waiting for something to happen

this time could trickle down and I might follow.