Thread Lyrics

Meaning is evident only while taking note of the lack thereof
Suffer while I contemplate, I'll dream you up some futile love
Steaming heaps of nonsense lie where moral agents tread
When Wanting yanks we don't resist
The Hedonist The subtle thread
It's unseen but strong, it's just like this song
that's unwittingly, and cryptically sung unto me
by shuffling feet and quiet speech
I peer into an almost empty room and somehow detect grief

Lament your emptiness! Your irrelevant sentiment
I alone detect your sorrow
You can bawl into my open wounds
Just remain to haunt me tomorrow
Describe in song your boredom
and I will sing back of its kin
Of the ambient futility that lingers among men

Such futility did indeed succeed in revealing to me that I, and we, are completely free
Free to breathe each breath as if death were the thread to the next

The meaning I can muster from the complete lack thereof
The nothingness I suffer fills me past my brim with love
I evade the steaming heaps of nonsense
I am nimble as the dead!
I am yanked by mere Wanting and I resist
I break the thread
and thereby detach from where it led
Was I not ever-stitched to Mercy?
Was Wanting not Her unwanted child?
When I run amok in seamlessness the threads break every time I smile
I linger in this doorway and She tells me to come in
To be still in her solemnity
I laugh hysterically instead

She's unseen but strong
She's just like this song
that's unwittingly, and cryptically sung unto me.