Recalibrating functionality post-stasis
Redecorating, putting pretty words in pretty places
Check one, check two, is this thing on?
Well how the hell am I supposed to know?
And God won't save you from drowning
In all the shit that she created that's surrounding
You
Fancy yourself emancipated in this prison
Where leaves of green all turn to brown
With or without vision
I'm sending all my thoughts out to your hungry hearts tonight
Who's the one who makes the simple things alive inside?
Who's the one who makes the simple things alive in my mind?
Intentional distractibility commences
I try not to choke on pretty words in present tenses
Little voice inside my head it likes to whine
"Be sensible!" "be sensible!" "be sensible!" "be sens-i-ble!"
And God won't save you from drowning
But he did give you the choice to stop your heart from pounding
Some say don't think about the past or 'bout the future wonder
But then again not noticing the current pull them under
I'm sending all my thoughts out to your hungry hearts tonight