staggering

Stagger,

Stagger,

Stagger.

On and on and on.

The ants are picking pieces away.

On and on and on.

The ants are picking pieces away.

You're standing in the way of control.

You're standing in the way of your soul.

You're a pyramid of flesh

You're the building blocks of life

and you're stacked to the sun

that will burn you to death.

So spark up.

It dwells in the fibrous membranes

in the acid taste on your tongue

in the smog and sweat in your hair

in the air that you breathe

and the laughter that bubbles

up from the hellish crucible.

So spark up.

Stagger,

Stagger,

Stagger.

Ever onward, ever onward.

The ants are picking pieces away.

On and on and on.

You're burning out in the heat,

but you stack the building blocks of life higher

and higher

and higher

as kindling

and you burn upon your pyre.