There are no answers left, Only puzzles remain, Forcing themselves onto every page If I fix this I can go home again I can leave behind these questions that have carried me here
I see the problem in this peeling wall For every crack hides a thousand more
I want to break from the grip that my pen holds me in I want to work it out and leave now before I am ruined
(I swear they’ve poisoned my meals)
I have never seen figures move like this An endless string of numbers that refuse to fit
In the distance I hear them listening in They have to be sure that some problems aren’t solved For my own peace of mind lets not talk on this line
I want to break from the grip that my pen holds me in I want to work it out and leave now before I am ruined
(They can’t make me swallow)
I have never seen figures move like this An endless string of numbers that refuse to fit
I swear they’ve poisoned my meals But they can’t make me swallow Where there were once proofs there’s dust Where there once was a person A machine talks.