Ignore reason and let the unworthy enjoy you in secrecy Taut, tired and up for sale Picked your perfect distress Stick in a pin as a marker Whenever you see fit Things went too wrong too many times Consider it lumber And set alight, alight So go die slow in time Or reclaim the subject of empty self I know you do exist But too far in the past We follow the echoed lines you borrowed The hours you've taken The sinew you've torn apart