I heard a handful of words

that could unravel

the framework of the world

so simple, so obvious

if the residents of this mighty Tower of Babble (sic)

were honest all at once

I imagine

it would be quite enough


why bother?

what's your hurry?

we're only spinning around and round

tighter always


why bother?

what's your hurry?

we're only spinning around and round

tighter always


the fragile bones of purpose

the flesh of furvor

[have] been dying on the vine

are we really just killing time?

what is it that inspires us beyond

these temporal passions

convictions

they crumble beneath the question


why bother?

what's your hurry?

we're only spinning around and round

tighter always


why bother?

what's your hurry?

we're only spinning around and round

tighter always


when this tangled mass of vanity implodes

in this panic-stricken vacuum of souls

if this is all there is to grieve, and nothing more

what are we waiting for?


why bother? (you're always taking)

what's your hurry? (you only take away)

we're only spinning around and round

tighter always


why bother? (you're always taking)

what's your hurry? (you only take away)

we're only spinning around and round

tighter always


I can't help wondering what possibly could keep you here

wondering what keeps you

I can't help wondering what possibly could keep you here

wondering what keeps you


you're always taking

you only take away

nothing to give

nothing much to say


you're always taking

you always take away

nothing good to give

nothing good to say