I'll be dust
But I won't be born again
Dust to dust
Back to dust in the end
Crushed in the turnstiles
Extruded in pieces
Raked and defiled
Did what the machine said
Thought I could know you
Thought we could share truth
Share an affliction
grind knees and punch on through
Cross every tightrope
Hand over hand
Hang over chasms
Jump how high on command
Hold empty cold air
Spew empty hot air
Pull back the long hair
Prepare to go nowhere
