Take the kernel out

It's just a hollow vessel now

Vacant like a hotel room

No one occupies

Make the emptiness bloom

A compass so mistuned

I fell right in her gloom

I’m drowning stones inside my bathtub

Paint the canvas blue

And turn another page

Hopefully the rage

Will fade out slow into big nothing

Cyclicality is death if you freeze the frame right when

All the autumn leaves just weather on the ground

I hope I'm not too late, I hope you’ll never die

I’m never growing old, I'm never going to die