stacks

this time is real

i feel it passing through the telephone

no one is home now

no one is home. these stacks

they keep me down

so i build some more. america is just a word but i use it. language keeps me locked and repeating. this time is real

i see it passing by the avenue

nothing to do now

there's nothing to do. i see them spinning on

so i spin out. america is just a word but i use it. language keeps me locked and repeating.