The sun goes down as the moon comes up. The tide rolls in and then rolls back out.
It keeps happening. It keeps happening.

We tear down after we’ve built back up. We steal away just to get stolen from.
It keeps happening. It keeps happening.

It feels like an infinite regress of cause and effect, with no beginning and no end.
What’s going is coming.
We created and then put to death. We fit the crime with the punishment.

It keeps happening. It keeps happening. It keeps happening.

It can’t be an infinite regress of cause and effect.
We know that his one day will end. And what ends, somehow, had to begin.