Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away
And now there's nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away

And all the voices ricochet – our conversation disappears
In recrimination – voices ricochet – they're just
Words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and
The [bad word] red – you're a
Stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead
Voices ricochet – you can picture a big ‘thirteen', try to extinguish me
Relinquish me from the damage
It's only mortality…
It's the echoes of carnage
Now the view is all tarnished – the rest is just wreckage
The sky's a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight
And the pain still visible in light and sound and sight

Dismiss the sky – voices ricochet

Grip is precarious
There's various ways the path of [bad word] can bury us
Too many variables, too much chit-chat
Too much of this and that
Too much zig-zag, yin yang, yak yak
I'm all right, Jack, pull up the plank, I'm aboard
Fall on your sword – a humming repetitive
Feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay
Don't worry, it'll fade away

Voices ricochet – our conversation disappears
In recrimination – voices ricochet – they're just
Words in the distance, like birds inside my head
And all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb
To the background of a cynical ‘who' and ‘what' and ‘why'
And ‘why not?' ‘Scuse me while I dismiss the sky

Dismiss the sky – voices ricochet