Deletionism - Coilguns

We ran away from normal life

We banned our names from all your signs

Erasers!

Erased Us!

We sped away from current time

There is no day

There is no night

Chip on our shoulders

The shame, the guiltiness, has faded out

The only thing that remains is cardboard

Boxes on a floating floor

Foreign addresses from foreign shores

And garden gloves on the entrance door

We took the measures, erasers and rulers We t the place

We’ll never give it back the way we found it

These ringing sounds are here to stay

These shells will blast until they break

This gardener, the visitors

Doesn’t he come around sometimes?

We’ve been waiting since then

We’re getting bored, it’s such a waste

The certainty of pointlessness

It’s everywhere

It’s been there for all these years