Текст: Amber Rubarth. Other. Rough Cut.

suddenly your shaking with pain, shooting down inside you

and now you're crumbling away, but this isn't like you

it doesn't stop till it breaks down, no you know

you're breathing rocks and your balance goes



and la la la la..

it takes a minute

and la la la la..

it doesn't finish

la la la la..

you're breaking faster

la la la la..

you're nothing after

there's nothing after



your try to make your escape, but the blows keep coming

and as the dust clears away, you start to notice something

each time a piece crashes down into the floor, you're a little lighter than just before



and la la la la..

it takes a minute

and la la la la..

it doesn't finish

la la la la..

you'll see it after

la la la la..

when you look backwards

when you look backwards



and now your eyes shift from negative spaces

to contours that light up this rough cut design

and now you see it, your sculpture in motion

your unfinished art that keeps going, and keeps going

and keeps going, and going, and going, and going...





la la la la la...