Screamed like a thousand newborns Under the mountain hawthorns My eyes came to see there The mess that came to be where I belong I am the slow congealing Of all your dirty feelings Pink just like the dawn is Come to me, make sure nobody knows I'd tell you what it feels like But it's overdone We're so predictably uptight I'm gonna wipe the details Of the things I've done Distill myself into a soundbite I already know how death feels. Torn from the earth in high heels, All I'll leave behind is Some 1s and 0s lined up for a while Ten miles of tape recording Raw information hoarding Flutter my eyelashes And rake over the ashes, that's my style Sometimes I'm feeling alright When the morning comes, But inconsolable by midnight. Our tales won't reach the cold light Of the dying sun, Even distilled into a soundbite