A silence
Devoid from
The eyes cast
From nowhere
Now we're here
Now sitting
Lonesome by a tree
The maple I think is
In actuality
Oak burning away
Eyes cast upon the fiery debris
And all I ever cared about was a number
And all I ever carried was a prolific sideways truth
I am the deer you are the book
Separated by two lanes of traffic
I'm dead on arrival
I'm dead on arrival
Everything is nothing is truth
Everything's behind me and everything's in front of me-- in two
Pieces tugging between the past that was nothing-- it's you
Are nothing, nothing, nothing, I fall-- into
A creation, an ex nihilo, I don't know-- who
I am to be, I am to be, I am to be
I'm dead on arrival
I'm dead on arrival
In actuality
In actuality
I think we know the rest of the story