In the Hinterlands
The black swan burns
This is the way it goes
Almost everywhere
With everybody, and everything
How do you know that you're the one?
You don't know
It's a whole universe
It's everything
Women and friends, everything
Rips and tears
Rips and tears
I can't name it
It's just there
The thing is there, I have to go see it
The monster, the god, the rat
The snail, whatever is out there
I have to go see it and look at it
And endure it and, maybe not endure it, but
It's needed, that's all
I really can't explain it
If I could I wouldn't go
It's a shot in the dark, you take it
Or, you become a normal civilized person from eight to five
Get married, have children, Christmas together
Here comes Grandma
"Hi, Grandma. Come on in, how are you?"
You know
Shit, I couldn't take that, I'd rather murder myself
I just decided I either had to starve, make it, go mad
Come through, or do something
I could not do the eight to five, I would've been a suicide
Or something, I'm sorry
I could not accept the snail's pace 8 to 5
To me this is the sickest of all sick things
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