Helsinki Intersection Mindfuck

Walking, walking

Walking, walking

The ticking makes me stop

The ticking makes me go

I’m walking, I’m walking

I’m walking, I’m walking

The ticking makes me stop

The ticking makes me go

I’m walking here

I’m walking there

I’m walking here

I’m walking there

The ticking makes me stop

The ticking makes me go

She asks me how I spell something like ‘in-house’

I answer that I do it with a dash

And then my thoughts drift off

To that ordinary chapel

Where they laid someone’s cousin

To his rest

I crash in my imagination

Designed by templars of play

A pig skin corroding with failure

But this one really takes the cake

Today would have been

The king’s birthday

Imagine what a show it could have been

Watching him and his acquaintances

Throw feces ’round their premises

Like dancing apes

Inside a circus tent

Can’t you see I’m walking

I’m walking, walking

I’m walking, I’m walking

Walking here and everywhere

In the midst of all this chaos

As defeated as we feel

We take it upon ourselves

To turn the page

Look beyond the veil

She asks me to turn out the light

I turn out the light