[Verse 1] Observation revealed loss, told it was a figment. Turns out an occupant can tell when things are winding down. Betrayal felt external, the internals were then reported. Bad news, man— you’re being exported. Was told of tariffs and taxes, who would be paying them, and who’d be left in the ashes. Leveraging the future, medicate the fixation, give credit to the institution. Checking the scholarly— knew so much, and knew so little. [Pre-Chorus] Despair is not a resolution. Put a smiley on the face— distortion of reality. Memory memorialized. Here— these words. Words. You were here. [Verse 2] It was a nice version, ran well for a while. Physical structure replaced with buttresses, new frescos, replacement to etchings— all went deep. The scaffolding erected, reinforced that repair was patching. Irreversible engineering for insufficient production. There is nothing profound. An answer came that would tear the whole thing down. [Bridge] In the darkest time, loss reminds— of a machine that twists and turns, spits out errors and volume. We sort the deck chairs, while violins offer consolation. We hit the berg. So let’s smile. The situation catches up to us all. [Turn] There is no magic, no depth to surface, no hill to climb, no cliché. Can’t scale a spine when you’re out of time. [Chorus] Everyone can use a glass of water and a gentle hand. If they are drowning, put the water away— and pull them to land. Everyone can use a glass of water and a gentle hand. Kindness can open. Kindness can bend. Kindness can still learn where it ends. [Verse 3] Strength in structure is fleeting— the elements will always win in time. But those who knew where you stood will remember how you once stood solid. We are all statues, stretching into the past and future. What might be inscribed? Are we marble— or bile? A gentle hand. Never mind the gesture. [Final Chorus] Everyone can use a glass of water and a gentle hand. If they are drowning, put the water away— and pull them to land. There is no magic. No final design. Even kindness has to grow a spine. [Outro] Let the future decide what fragments mean— and laugh at the confusion.
