Текст Have A Nice Life – Sisyphus

Stars and air find
Themselves here at night
Cold and dark as everything
Deep and wet and secret

Fear is all pervasive
All around me every day
Like air that stops from breathing
An anti everything fog that knows no lifting

If something is catching in my throat
Just at the edges of these moments
It must be this
And not whatever I tell myself if it is

Oh, what heavy nothings I know
I know. I know. I know
You’ve been pushing all day
I know