Текст песни This Queue Metaphor - Diligence

Started up with many, ended up with few
The ones i left no longer stand the queue
Kind of an observing that has become my confirming
Of touching so deep no one could ever dredge
Capable of making a hole
A wedge even in the thickest matters
Nails cutting deep in my experience
Dispersing around them dreadful attachments and their significance
Once, inside me, there was quite a wilderness
Now replaced with this quiet place
I rub my hands and just let the heat soak in
In order to change the insides
They are feverishly being rebuilt
Contemplating while trapped in this queue metaphor
Obsessed with longing for a presence
There is just no need anymore
For anyone in this line to approach me closer
They are feverishly being rebuilt
Contemplating while trapped in this queue metaphor
So obsessed with longing
A pinch of resemblance that i would patronize
Ship those defective expectants
If only i have been given the chance
To flee away on time, alter my stance
Started up with many, ended up with few
The ones i left no longer stand the queue