[INTRO — Spoken / Glitchy / Unhinged] I'm stuck in that thought.. again... [VERSE 1 — Fast, Rhythmic] Somehow being lost inside my head Is something that I owe an explanation for but please Stop looking into it I'm just tired Maybe I'm kind of wired a little too highly inspired I'm no moral philosopher, no grand designer But I'm just proper nurturing high-stressed all the time [PRE-CHORUS — Building] We're all animals Built with kinetic energy Wound up tight Like a jack-in-the-box Tick, tick, tick We're about to explode Oh, that's my oxytocin calling Apparently im not connected to reality And … AND, Aaannnd I’m a total loss of motivation for others? I need a hug... [short inhale] but... Just leave me alone I'm lost inside my own head I'm done being online I need to touch grass [CHORUS — Big / Catchy / Chaotic] We're always connected Living online [VERSE 2 — More Aggressive / Rhythmic] Apparently everybody's got a theory about that Yeah, I feel just about done myself Thanks for asking I don't like every little interaction becoming a social transaction Like every little gesture gets dissected for meaning And everybody's watching what everybody's thinking and they broadcast their own thoughts way too much oops, Guess I’m doing it too… [short inhale] But we’re not each others puzzles We don’t need to look at all the clues And I'm not a secret messenger I'm just trying to be [PRE-CHORUS — Building] We're just animals Built with kinetic energy Wound up tight Like a music box Some of them sound nice But most of them just break or... are already broken [CHORUS — Bigger] I'm trying to remember I still have a choice [BRIDGE — Strange / Half-Spoken] I don't wanna be analyzed I don't wanna be optimized I don't wanna be quantified I don't wanna be logged in tonight [BREAKDOWN — Explosive / Repetitive] Get rid of those notifications and endless explanations, oh, and also all those weird interpretations We're animals! We're animals! We're animals with Wi-Fi! [FINAL CHORUS — Euphoric / Chaotic] But we need each other To go somewhere Left foot, Right foot Left foot, Right foot I keep thinking What if we could go forward to the past? you know... what... I... mean? maybe not... [OUTRO — Spoken / Glitching Away] Maybe I'll call you later Maybe I won't I don't know... I'll probably just go to bed What a riot What a farce Throw away your phone.
