Now let us dispense of all the present (un)pleasnatries
  It's background noise now cause celebre
  The concept's grown tired and the delivery's rusted
  Tracing all the outlines but never breaking the lines
  
  Now it's background noise to surround the circle
  A false separation forced through distinction
  Been rendered and have surrendered useless again
  Painted in a corner backed down and out
  
  Purely circumstantial
  Subsistence without substance
  Taken up camp for the night
  Just down the road a bit
  
  But now the forecast calls for a new front to move on through
  A light in the forest sense through the clutter
  Tap-tap-table-tapping waxing idealistic to the thought of
  No plan and no model and no laws of motion
  
  A strange dissonance sounding across the distance
  Separating what has happened and what is happening
  Again and through echoing through the hollow
  Spaces where movements are said to grow
  
  Cancel the subscription
  And return it to sender
  Seek out an opening
  Charge toward the light