My greasy hands trying to hold on
That which can't be held
Or measured against anyone else's
I hear if you sit still long enough
Something will bubble up
But it's hardly ever what you want
I wish I even had the patience
To bring myself to pray to something
But it's always only a guess
No one has convinced me one way or the next
And then I try to relax
But can I see its blood
Even if only one time?
Can I see its blood
Even if only one time?
I keep on spitting into the abyss
And now I'm surrounded on all sides
And I probably should have changed
But what if my mouth had run dry?
And I've a sneaking suspicion
That it's been a joke the whole time
That our brains are playing pranks
That are just feeding us lines
But I'm still unconvinced
That not even nothing exists
