The tragedy and mystery repeats like a farce   A carousel of laughter as it all falls apart   History sits in holding pattern   As vultures circle our carcass   Pinned down I can’t touch you   Like tableaux in wax that won’t melt   Turn around and turn to stone   This mistake cost me a lifetime   Heave into yourself   Breathe out my life   What catastrophic mediocrity   What you are I once was   What I am now you will be   So proud of the bloody roots   Of this rhythm