We find ourselves lost In a maze of our own design The signposts have all burned down And we fade by the day
When the wind blows, I shed dried-up morals Like leaves in autumn Or dead skin cells, Desiccated by years of misuse, And left to fill the guts of mites And muffle spiders’ footfalls
Oh, that we could forget And turn our eyes from the floodwaters But even a liar like me Knows that we must drown
Show me that the things that you value Have value since you value them We can feel meaningful Because it means we have meaning
Let’s hoard grains of sand And worship junk data Let’s build a palace of static And lose ourselves inside Let’s march around and around and around again
All the debased logic The spent, weathered values And the ashes of intentions Bear their witness against me
I can hear them every hour I can hear them every day Ten billion orphans Screaming in the abyss
