Why do I punish my self? My calves are burning like tandoori chicken, br Walked through each the dead ends I could find br I finally slump myself down on a large bumpy rock br Staring out at this mass of generic countryside, br br It comes down like a grand piano of the top of a sky scraper, br br Out of control, shake, tremble, I’m unreal, I’m dying and going crazy br br I can see it, every single splinter of oak, each key of solid spruce br br Scrawled across a busy road, cars swerving, br br They can’t stop in time, It’s not about how I feel anymore. br br ~ br br Pulled out of existence, beauty that isn’t fictional br br See it for your self.