Rough Cut

Suddenly your shaking with pain, shooting down inside you
And now you’re crumbling away, but this isn’t like you
It doesn’t stop till it breaks down, no you know
You’re breathing rocks and your balance goes
And la la la la.
It takes a minute
And la la la la.
It doesn’t finish
La la la la.
You’re breaking faster
La la la la.
You’re nothing after
There’s nothing after
Your try to make your escape, but the blows keep coming
And as the dust clears away, you start to notice something
Each time a piece crashes down into the floor, you’re a little lighter than
just before
And la la la la.
It takes a minute
And la la la la.
It doesn’t finish
La la la la.
You’ll see it after
La la la la.
When you look backwards
When you look backwards
And now your eyes shift from negative spaces
To contours that light up this rough cut design
And now you see it, your sculpture in motion
Your unfinished art that keeps going, and keeps going
And keeps going, and going, and going, and going…
La la la la la…