I'm getting smaller Taking less space There's little rubble Around me It will take some time Before you've found me I nearly crumble I kinda diverge If you listen closely I'm still here Among the debris Somewhere near Plenty time to master Maybe even too much Like the world becomes vaster And I'm out of touch I'm getting softer In the silence I hear The machine that is thumping Substance around That fuels my mind And waters my ground Plenty time to master Maybe even too much Like the world becomes vaster Plenty time to master Maybe even too much Like the world becomes vaster And I'm out of touch I'm out of touch