Contingent Lyrics

You are contingent on

An unfulfilled

Dot in time

Instead of final rest

Abeyance of

All you are

Call it time, and why

After all

This is

Goodbye

Goodbye to finding what you live for

Don't you try to atone

For what I've done

For what

What could I possibly have done to bring me here

This is not

What you have done

But is that

Which you have not

Who am I

You recognize your balk of understanding

That until whatever is unfulfilled

You will remain here; in all moments at once

Until you finally face your bitter end

And it feels just like standing

And yet, it all feels just like spinning