[experimental intro] three weeks to see the body on a tangent , the fidget goes like this the hand grabs for the fork your lips are more conscious a happy side-effect of some passion for you. the shoes go on the thing is on auto pilot, without a soul outside myself needed to confirm. [break] not a soul [verse] not a soul three months til i can see oh the thoughts that pass through by association, triggered or invoked or imitating , yes that thing across the room with a symbol on it and yes it crosses my mind as if its a thought i'm having while having some unraveling couldn't be more thrilled in a world ready to shift a bit like potential [Chorus] three weeks three months three years my friend burn it down is it really that important what we accidently became? [verse] three years of pure hell fleeting as they are emotions pop and click but some signals have a faster rise time than others are more insistent, more ingrained trickier-ish. playing me more like a doll-ish does the act have no beginning middle or end-ish? is there a God-ish? that depends on the neighborhood. [chorus] three weeks three months three years my friend burn it down is it really that important what we accidently became? [bridge] i never felt the pull except distain for the narrow channel in which my life would be encouraged to unfold... you been told? everyone get pressed into some mold.. [outro, leading mysterious] [outro] and I (and i'm not mad about) i found my way (found the way out of it) the unexpurgated fact was always the dodge; it was always the way out!! Then I (I finally became) (Guilty of) everything I've ever done. That brings me to "the now." (How about you?) How about you? [drop] [kind voice] and i reconciled this but you may still be suffering. [musical outro, leading, mysterious] .
