Retail of the Details

I'm waking up in a freeze frame
I fold away just like a board game
Broke into splinters when I landed
I am the cinders you've been handed, second+hand, dead.

Don't talk, don't walk, don't listen to me.
Don't stop the clock, don't find it funny.
It's the retail of the details that we function on.
It's the retail of the details that we function on.

I represent absolute zero
Are you a yes man or a man, no?
Collect your answers from the stereo
Stereo, oh no!