Rough Cut

Suddenly you're 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, oh you know
you're breathing locks and your balance goes
And la da da da da...
It takes a minute,
la da da da da
It doesn't finish,
la da da da da
You're breaking faster,
la da da da da
You're nothing after,
There's nothing after all.
You 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 da da da da...
It takes a minute,
la da da da da
It doesn't finish,
la da da da da
You'll see it after
la da da da da
When you look backwards,
When you look backwards, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.
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 da da da da
la da da da da
la da da da da
la da da da da, da da da da da,
da da da da,
la da da da da,
la da da da da
la da da da da, da da da da da,
da da da da da da.