The Wanderer
Kid A
"the kinesis"
I've been in chase of a fatal distraction
I've begun to think that nothing exists
broken lights, can't hide the excuses,
can't fill a swamp with your embryogeny
and after the sterilization, the open pores...
emaciation trips you to oblivion
like a tragedy of sophistication
to be, the corpse in the garden
a stylite of remembrance,
is a crystallization of the sun
anything of permanence is hideous
I wish your soul would wash away
I've been in chase of a fatal distraction
I've begun to think that nothing exists
broken lights, can't hide the excuses,
can't fill a swamp with your embryogeny
and after the sterilization, the open pores...
emaciation trips you to oblivion
like a tragedy of sophistication
to be, the corpse in the garden
a stylite of remembrance,
is a crystallization of the sun
anything of permanence is hideous
I wish your soul would wash away