I am gone, can't waste more time, I said, not quite joking The fire has gone, the big trees stand, the underground is smoking Remember nothing you've been told means anything to me And everything you hold is mine in the barest degree I walked to the park the lion rock was weeping I walked on to the grave the lizard king was sleeping Remember nothing you've been told means anything to me And everything you hold is mine in the barest degree The days draw long, too long to count, cushioned by the wasting Restless age the rusted temple, a place of my own making No matter what else you've been told, it's still all up to me And everything you hold is min in the barest degree