Train Stomp

My axis V is a 7-0
Which is a little bit higher than it was before
When it was somewhere in the twenties somewhere I don't know
'cause my memory is shit s'always getting worse

If you put me on the clock
A pro façade can bring it up
"Is sought out by some others" and some other stuff
You clean up real nice mr mental
Perhaps I'm not being vague enough
Pitchfork, detail, soapbox of fuck
I play for tinnitus and a bunch of crickets
'cause there sure as shit ain't no one listening

Ain't shit I say that needs a listening
And I don't support any of it myself
As soon as it's said I disavow you see
I'm not the man from a moment (ago)

Heed the call
Follow me all the way down

I can't stop it's no surprising
March into the cold horizon
If I ever feels its touch
I'll stand my ground and blow the fucker up

'cause then I'd surely hold a piece
Of what was simply out of reach
And then I'd finally get some sleep
Despite the errors of my ways

Jesus Christ who gives a fuck?
In the great scheme of scams and lies and such
Supposedly if you bought it up
You're a glorious pawn, at least you have a job

Instead I'm simply an ornament
A plastic shape of odds and ends
Brainwashed and bossed to be the same
What passes for real is just a (game)