And I can't look up and I can't look down
When the whole wide world reveals its death
And I can't take a breath 'cause I haven't escaped
And I haven't escaped because I can't take a breath
And I can't buy into the world that's sold
But I can't afford to buy a ticket out
And I can't reply to anything I'm told
But they say they're just telling me to open my mouth
And I can't shake the feeling there was something else
There was something I believed in that got me here
But I'm afraid to go back and find what it was
Because the only belief that I held was fear
And will you leave me behind because I cry too much?
If you do then you know I'll cry and cry
Are you leaving 'cause you've never known another touch
And you wonder what it's like on the other side?
And the further you go, the less I care
And the less I care, then the further you go
And the smarter I get, the more I want to learn
But the more that I learn, the less I realize I know
And everything that's new decays to something old
And "new" is just a word, just an adjective
And every part of speech that I conceive afresh
Will do nothing to change the fact that it's live
Or die, the two, the irreducible pair
And it's yes or no, and it's you or me
And it's stay or go, and it's earth or air
And it's fast or slow, or it's in between
And it's up or down, and it's zero or one
And we're made of ghosts, who're all keeping score
And it's all in the past or it's still to come
And I feel like I'm the only one who cries for more
'Cause time is just one way, and a circle's closed
And everyone I know retains a name
But still I can't look up and I can't look down
And for all the change, it's all the same
And if I stride into the heart of a factory
Walking tall and fast so that no one asks
Could I lay my head down on the iron press?
And could I push the green button and end it fast?
There's a black hole spiral with no inside
Where nothing escapes and death is just a flash
But to the bear in the cage is there a slowing of time?
Does the split second noise just last and last?
And does the lion grow love like wings of milk?
And does the meat of my bones rise up and sing?
And does my soul take flight into calcium dust?
And does the map of the world blow apart in the wind?
And does the boat on the water dissolve in tears?
And does clearing in the forest mate intention with math?
Is the emergence of a tumor just a god who tries
To break into our world by the shortest path?
And does the flailing of my body on the foundry floor
Give a scent of honey and a scent of luck
So that the workers and overseer can't ignore
The little moonglow breeze by which they're struck?
And will we meet in the morning on the day we die?
Will we chase our shadows like we never grew up?
And will we laugh to the comedy of nuclei?
And will we drink ourselves deep into the holy cup?
And your very first word was your very last choice
If your daughter doesn't get you then the government will
I'm just hanging onto life for the sake of my cats
And if I were their size, they would probably kill me too