Original lyrics
ENYou can count all you like,
But it won't add up.
In your tired mind,
Or your more tired book.
You killed it today,
As if it hasn't meant anything,
Forgetting the weight,
Of what used to have meaning.
It used to have meaning.
Abrading,
Watching as you shave this down to nothing, until
there's nothing left.
Waiting,
As you arm yourself with turpentine and burn me off
just like the rest.
So you've drained all the life
From these swollen lungs.
To dumb down the time
And egg on the rust.
You killed it today
As if it hasn't meant anything.
Forgetting the weight
Of what used to have meaning.
Abrading,
Watching as you shave this down to nothing, until
there's nothing left.
Waiting,
For you to arm yourself with turpentine and burn me
off just like the rest.
Would you be happy then?
All this for nothing...
