I don’t want to be as awake today
as I was yesterday;
what do I do now that I’ve
decided to become endless?

I dream of Oblivion
in all its shapeless majesty;
in every direction that I’ve
decided to look upon, it is endless.

Old records scratching into my groove,
becoming pieces of my underwater soul,
drowning in a time I did not own;
I’ve died on my journey to be born.