Here is the evidence of human existence, a splitting binbag next to damp boxes,
And I cannot find a name for them, they hardly show that i have lived.
And the dust it settles on these things, displays my age again,
Like a new skin made from old skin, that has barely been lived in.
I didn't need these things, i didn't need them,
Pointless artifact from a mediocre past,
So i shed my clothes, i shed my flesh, down to the bone and burned the rest.
I didn't need these things, i didn't need them,
Took them all to bits, turned them outside in,
And i left them on the floor, and ran for dear life through the door.
The useless objects, the gathered storm of s***,
A dim and silent shedful of your life's supplies.
When all you need's a coffin and your Sunday best, to smarten up the end.
And at the front gate what reward awaits? one b*** of loaf from a holy ghost,
An eternity of suffering the company of all those Christian men.
I didn't need these things, i didn't need them,
Pointless artifact from a mediocre past,
So i shed my clothes, i shed my flesh, down to the bone and burned the rest.
I didn't need these things, i didn't need them,
Took them all to bits, turned them outside in,
And i left them on the floor, and ran for dear life through the door.
I'll never need these things, i'll never need them,
It's just you i need, you my human heat,
For the things are only things and nothin brings me like you bring me.
I'll never need these things i'll never need them,
Never going back, so let's drop the past,
And we'll leave it on the floor and run for dear life through the door.
And I cannot find a name for them, they hardly show that i have lived.
And the dust it settles on these things, displays my age again,
Like a new skin made from old skin, that has barely been lived in.
I didn't need these things, i didn't need them,
Pointless artifact from a mediocre past,
So i shed my clothes, i shed my flesh, down to the bone and burned the rest.
I didn't need these things, i didn't need them,
Took them all to bits, turned them outside in,
And i left them on the floor, and ran for dear life through the door.
The useless objects, the gathered storm of s***,
A dim and silent shedful of your life's supplies.
When all you need's a coffin and your Sunday best, to smarten up the end.
And at the front gate what reward awaits? one b*** of loaf from a holy ghost,
An eternity of suffering the company of all those Christian men.
I didn't need these things, i didn't need them,
Pointless artifact from a mediocre past,
So i shed my clothes, i shed my flesh, down to the bone and burned the rest.
I didn't need these things, i didn't need them,
Took them all to bits, turned them outside in,
And i left them on the floor, and ran for dear life through the door.
I'll never need these things, i'll never need them,
It's just you i need, you my human heat,
For the things are only things and nothin brings me like you bring me.
I'll never need these things i'll never need them,
Never going back, so let's drop the past,
And we'll leave it on the floor and run for dear life through the door.