I've come to a dead end
Ends divide the means
Meaning's lost on me
Me and my handy rake
Raking the river beautifies the world
Worlds spent apart from you
You and your flacid baggage
Baggage requiring me to stand up
Up high above, over the top
Topping it all, we're just extras
Extras looking for our bit roles
Roles in a play where the understading's been lost
Lost to dark matter and background noise
Noise (white), light (spectrum), Heat (absolute zero K)
Kelvin, that's what his name is, yes
Yes, you should be careful who you walk next to
