Stay where you like

They won't care

You pay for the right

But what is there?

When every place in the world

Is all built up

And every space in the herd

Is all filled up.

I can hear all the obsolete

From a landfill, singing out.

I'm just suffering from changes

Locked outside for good

Paper cut by turning pages

Sitting under dust cause

I'm not understood.

Monuments blush while rising

In the ashes and dust horizon

When everything has to turn

And march onward

Only fall if you're sure

That you fall forward.

I can hear pallid choirs sing

From their headstone hymnals now.

I'm just suffering from changes

Locked outside for good

Paper cut by turning pages

Sitting under dust cause

I'm not understood.

Suffering, suffering from changes

Suffering, suffering from changes.