Out in the forest Out past the stone wall Built by old farmers Or older guys I saw a railway With tracks all rusted Wild flowers blooming Up through the tides I set out walking Just cross-tie walking Out on the cross-ties Where I could step Sometimes I missed one Sometimes there was none Sometimes the flowers Had eaten it The sun was burning The flies were churning The trees were turning Inside the sky The tracks were rotten Some trash forgotten Sometimes a bottle with ash inside I've been a walker A sidewalk talker Out on the sidewalks Where I could stay Someday my body Will look real shoddy Wherever flowers have eaten it Voracious flowers Voracious hours Voracious people Voracious slime Words like voracious Just sound like nonsense After you say them about five times These flowers blooming They are not human These flies and insects Are really weird Their backs are shiny Their souls are tiny And by the zillions They've disappeared So if there's life after It's packed with insects It's filled with flowers No room for us When they kick the bucket They just say chuck it They come and go like Infinite dust The human race's Beautiful faces Changing places Reform and bust When we kick the bucket Let's just say chuck it We'll come and go like Infinite dust