Indolence is flowing like a black tar over my biomachinery
Sometimes i turn my head,
Sometimes it's gravity turning it
Like a stone into the mud

A lazy layman ponders if it's fate
Something to do with physics
With twisted dimensions, or linear
Something necessary, no wait, forget it
There is no new religion.

Teetering mind, let me be
Flickering eyes, let me see
Why does this periscope from nowhere
Need to be
Me?

Vocabulary fades,
Equipment granted during youth gathers dust
Unstirred talent,
You are going stagnant

So whip up what you can,
You're losing your mind
This, this is fine,
Fine work.