Taking back what has been stolen
Is difficult when you can't match speed
Holding on to the open ocean
Too many moving parts to model it accurately
Who keeps making it seem
Like there's not enough
To go around
A series of tubes
Only ever meant to flicker out
Don't make a sound
And you won't be seen
Watch the surplus being destroyed
To raise the price of basic needs
They had a machine
It was always on
But underwhelmed
Watching us get locked outside of ourselves
Stakes so high
Moments never arriving
The source of the pressure
Wasn't even worth finding
All that persistence
Who keeps putting it there
Is there really a difference between being present
And pretending to be there
Thin-skinned to let the sun in
You can only do the same things so long
Before you wear thin
When there's nothing else to do
Try to catch up with what's chasing you
If the train stops, don't get off too soon
At the base of the mountain
Are the problems mounting
If you refuse to be moved
The flash bleached our likeness into concrete
The myth of the self-made
Was a trick the heat played
Repeating like a giant machine
Making all we need
Into a landfill
Trying not to stare
But I need to see
In all that chaos
Where are we
Branches lighting up
In the shape of a scene
Too many moving parts to model accurately
Even if I can't
I can still make believe
Somewhere in that blind motion
You're still chasing me