Turboweekend Erase Myself
There’ll be no blood or crying faces
No pill glass and no swinging ropes
I’ll leave no letter and no traces
There’ll be no rite or ceremony
Not one obituary note
I’ll leave nobody sad and lonely
When I erase myself...
Every word my lips have spoken
Everything my hands have built
And all that they have ever broken
Will be completely relocated
To other peoples history
All my relations freely traded
When I erase myself...
You might stumble on bits and pieces
But trying to connect the dots
You’ll find nothing but random spots
A fragrance or a certain sound
A slight irregularity
Is all that will be left of me
When I erase myself..
