Things

Well here's the evidence of human existence
 A splitting binbag next to two damp boxes
 And I cannot find a name for them
 They hardly show that I have lived
 And the dust, it settles on these things
 Displays my age again
 Like a new skin made from old skin
 That had barely been lived in
 I didn't need these things
 I didn't need them, oh
 Pointless artifacts from
 A mediocre past
 So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh
 Down to the bone and burned the rest
 I didn't need these things
 I didn't need them, oh
 Took them all to bits
 Turned them outside in
 And I left them on the floor
 And ran for dear life through the door, oh
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 The useless objects, the gathered a storm of shit
 A dim and silent shedful of your life's supplies
 When all you need's a coffin and your Sunday best
 To smarten up the end
 And at the front gate, what a reward awaits
 One bite of loaf from a holy ghost
 An eternity of suffering
 In the company of all those Christian men
 I didn't need these things
 I didn't need them, oh
 Pointless artifacts
 From a mediocre past
 So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh
 Down to the bone and burned the rest
 I didn't need these things
 I didn't need them, oh
 Took them all to bits
 Turned them outside in
 And I left them on the floor
 And ran for dear life through the door, oh
 Never need these things
 I'll never need them, oh
 It's just you I need
 You're my human heat
 For the things are only things
 And nothing brings me like you bring me oh
 I'll never need these things
 I'll never need them, oh
 Never going back
 So we can drop the past
 And we'll leave it on the floor
 And run for dear life through the door, oh