In chewing on hypocrisy I've masticated truth
Yet I expect my tendencies to take me somewhere new

I'll stay a while and reconcile the world unto myself
Then claim the fate that I have lost to be my source of wealth

But what I gather with my hands collects upon my back
Exceeds the weight that I can bear for all the things I lack

I'm tacit, blue and out of breath, I lay my body down
And use the covers on my eyes to take me from this town