Contingent Songtext
von Snooze

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
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