the city makes so much noise when you record it<br />
the streets have secret voices<br />
if they don't shut up your head will get dirty<br />
so you block out the hum<br />
desensitized, it's not healthy<br />
but the city's like a miniture body<br />
with miniture versions of our universal problems<br />
if i can make dorm rooms and stadiums silent<br />
my record, when played, will make the whole world more quiet<br />
<br />
my ears are wringing<br />
things hid in me<br />
i want to keep my tissues eye lashes and intestines clean<br />
by i can't think<br />
open for business! infected!<br />
every particle pulled in a separate direction<br />
i've got to find a way to keep the voices outside<br />
only one holy hunger will i obey or recognize<br />
this body's mine as it's owner i seal it<br />
let's find out just what this piece of shit is capable of feeling<br />
<br />
food is disgusting; it's what they make shit from<br />
you're vomiting backwards<br />
your pores give you cancer<br />
i want to make a record instead of taking drugs<br />
but with the phone off this room is more quiet than it was<br />
<br />
i'm so out of breath, ungraceful<br />
i'm always running now<br />
can't stop chasing<br />
there's something inside me that doesn't exist yet<br />
i'll need to be aerodynamic to catch it<br />
i can't get comfortable in this mess<br />
less turn an eye to my blind influence, arrested<br />
weighted down by the bullshit my black hole's collected<br />
suck it all in:<br />
distracted! conflicted! pathetic!<br />
<br />
but i will make myself into the shape of a weapon<br />
i will burn off the fat until i'm all sharp edges<br />
convey my main content<br />
no nonsense, no questions, no excess<br />
i very much prefer an early exit<br />
a sensible rebellion<br />
the least embarrassing<br />
i'm not flailing my fists i'm not coming apart<br />
and when my body stops moving i won't be shocked<br />
i'll know exactly the cause <br />
and just who's at fault