Pasted labels on my days Well, I was wandering faster than science Going over the greenery Where often just a change of stance Could have us looking like a Christ But there is hardly any more imagination Ambushing the habits that I have lately fallen into Well, I could sit for days like a statue Even though I try not to do the same things twice So throw a cloth around the shaking Shoulders of the statues that you've built You've built yourself into a monument A monument You'd even pray to it While it was yawning And just like zero in its constant emptiness I was uttering the words of some Useless unwritten scripture Where often just a change of words Could have us talking like a Christ So throw a cloth around the shaking Shoulders of the statues that you've built You've built yourself into a monument A monument You'd even pray to it While it was it yawning Throw a little money in the Paper cups of all those things that you are not You've built yourself into a monument A monument You'd even pray to it While it was yawning.