Mount Misery

And after all these spinning clocks have come to rest and done their best to throw us we’re still hanging on with both our hands



And while the gears with gnashing teeth they chew and creak revolve and speak no names just wordless ways ignoring our demands



Not until you not until you rest

Not until you not until you rest



And this might tear us twice in two or wear us down or wear us through inertia unrelenting distant over time



And if today is not a date that stumbles blindly while we wait six billion clerks consenting we are doing fine



Not until you not until you rest

Not until you not until you rest



And after all these spinning clocks have come to rest and done their best to throw us we’re still hanging on with both our hands