Pasted labels on my days
Well, I was wandering faster than science
Going over the greenery
Where often just a change of stance
Could have us looking like a Christ
But there is hardly any more imagination
Ambushing the habits that I have lately fallen into
Well, I could sit for days like a statue
Even though I try not to do the same things twice
So throw a cloth around the shaking
Shoulders of the statues that you've built
You've built yourself into a monument
A monument
You'd even pray to it
While it was yawning
And just like zero in its constant emptiness
I was uttering the words of some
Useless unwritten scripture
Where often just a change of words
Could have us talking like a Christ
So throw a cloth around the shaking
Shoulders of the statues that you've built
You've built yourself into a monument
A monument
You'd even pray to it
While it was it yawning
Throw a little money in the
Paper cups of all those things that you are not
You've built yourself into a monument
A monument
You'd even pray to it
While it was yawning.
