Coilguns Deletionism
We ran away from normal life
We banned our names from all your signs
Erasers! Erased Us!
We sped away from current time
There is no day
There is no night
Chip on our shoulders
The shame, the guiltiness, has faded out
The only thing that remains is cardboard
Boxes on a floating floor
Foreign addresses from foreign shores
And garden gloves on the entrance door
We took the measures, erasers and rulers We t the place
We'll never give it back the way we found it
These ringing sounds are here to stay
These shells will blast until they break
This gardener, the visitors
Doesn't he come around sometimes?
We've been waiting since then
We're getting bored, it's such a waste
The certainty of pointlessness
It's everywhere
It's been there for all these years
