Foxing - Hall Of Frozen Heads

I've been living like a memory
Of who's I can't remember
Tender like a grip on an egg
Focus gone, it runs down your wrist
This dried Yolk and arm hair tangled
Unshackled from shell and strangled
Free-flowing, aimless, confused
Of its use it is lost now
Just wasted food

Obsessed with “what if it shatters?”
Or
What if it doesn't matter anymore?

I've been living like a jellyfish
Lappets dead and harmless
Armless as I am I'm tender
When you find me dead on the beach
I'm beautiful, futile but dutiful
To pattern and duplication by breeding
Best not to question success of the species
But don't you feel trivial?
Or is it just me feeling like comic relief
Who's there?

Obsessed with “what if it shatters?”
Or
What if it doesn't matter anymore?

I've been harboring resentment
Meant for lack of eventfulness in divine sense
I wanna be Saul to paul in Damascus
Awakened above the masses
The last gasp of god before the rapture
Chariotted high above a glass earth
But instead

I'm tiptoeing the fractures
Obsessed with what if it shatters
Or doesn't matter
What does it matter?
What doesn't matter?

(Milk panting)
That's a good boy