I’m fighting against nature and nature is winning
And that’s as it should be, not some hollow victory
So I’ll be back next year to slaughter your children
These are the thoughts that go through my head as I’m pulling ragwort on the sabbath

I’m spending my weekdays putting down roots
And spending my weekends tearing them up again
I see you, old neighbour, gossiping and judging
All I’m uprooting and nothing I’m planting
These are the thoughts that go through my head as I’m pulling ragwort on the sabbath

I fell into a century long sleep
And woke up at the top of the world
Found a road that leads everywhere and nowhere at once
Where the sea and the sky are a sucker punch
I tried to leave myself in the city
But the fucker followed me to Stornoway
I dumped him in a shieling but he’s stubbornly alive
I still lose days to email while my kids make knives
They are something I am not
I am not yet quite sure what
But it gives me hope
These are the thoughts that go through my head as I’m pulling ragwort on the sabbath

It might sound like defiance but I’m often on your side
Some weeks it’s the only day I feel alive
In this madness
This sadness
This not completing anything and not allowed to stop
The constant pulling up of roots while never planting crops
I am a murderer
Wanting something to survive
On the sabbath.