Scrambled Eggs

Race every day, don’t I
Race every day?
My skull is made of concrete
My brain is scrambled eggs
I’d like to make it slow down
I want it to be slow

No time to think, never
No time to think
Scorched grass, blinding summer
A rusty playground set
All I hear are locust
All I feel is heat

Run in a line forward
Run in a line
Movement’s an illusion
If space is infinite
I think I’ll live forever
I think I’ll never die

Rest easy now, won’t you
Rest easy now?
I’ve never seen your grave
I’ve never had the will
I’d like to make it slow down
I want it to be slow