The best I said could replace the smut in me

That’s it, isn’t it?
The magic number?
The holy grail?

On and on
You’re using depitation,
Deprivation.

And you, who are you?
The divine spark?
The song of Eden?

How can you,
How could you
Become better at failing?

Tick, tack, tick, tack,
Time is money,
Essential in dealing.

And what is that word,
That “L” word you’re longing
To forget?

What is this, what is this?
What is this tune?
What is this memory?

And you open the casket,
Betrayed by your nose,
Sniffing the memory.

Walking down Fleet Road,
Reminded of an idea,
An idée fixe.

Your inner eye doesn’t,
Doesn’t batter an eye.
Not for you. Not for you.

Because you’ll never be a man.
You’ll never forgive.
You’ll never sleep.

And that’s what’s playing you.
Playing you.