Leight Wight

You're not gonna believe These shapeless malady's melodies Can't make my mind Up or any other direction Waste ourselves away Thirsty for angles is there Any way of getting this Time's been binging on Instants, why Why do they clock out and cave in? But this weight is light Light is but this weight What's everyone doing Where's everyone going Dealing with fresher input I can't make you Can't make your mind Up or any other direction Tired of your being being tiring It don't matter as long as We forget we forgot Time's been binging on Instants, why Why do they clock out and cave in? But this weight is light Light is but this weight Make it mean nothing So that we can make it We can make it mean the most and Take it away from here and leave it So that we can make it We can make it mean the most and take it