"Untitled" Chipping blue Blue shattering And I crumbling. Us on the 41 I crumbled in the end with rustling blue jays Books in sweating palms clutching wearily, As it chips away to iron And iron shatters somehow internally We all have something in common, I crumble in a state of the world upsettingly Sharing soaking hairlines commonly And I crumble in anarchy Wet faces meeting glances on a rocky bus As trees chipped down, and Paper shreaded Carvings shattered slicing soils Cry when it rains or rains when you cry? I crumbled lovingly before a worshipped fucking plaque of you and your God; I crumbled right Depression settling in you Chipping teeth with maddoxes Slipping accelerators and incinerators Misery welling in the passersby And I crumble slowly and turn to ash To watch the rain drop and Sweat sticking Skin's chipping Blindings opening so swiftly I crumble into delicate sushi pieces to be eaten by raccoons after being thrown out Passing offices Chipping world Shattering sanity Hands filthed Steady driving in rainfall I crumble and fall apart Steaming chattering crescendoing Chipped polish Body uncleansed Voices on a rainy day I crumble [back to lyrics]