MORTISABSTRACT - Claustrophobic lyrics

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With trama, I become Curiosity

Pondering why incidences are called incidences when I'm predestined to learn this lesson of fences

A closeness I'm not comfortable with

Even towards greetings of pretense

I can't help but listen to this cat on my shoulder chanting "Everyone you'll meet will hurt you"

So ten paces back I meander

With my hands cocked loaded with rolling eyes

Looking down and up long enough to have sized up the concrete and the sun

Stubborness is a GLUE on my hands

And I guess I gotta stick to my guns

Banter laughing sassy cats jack-hammer chatter under my skin deep

And cocky 'meows' fill my short sleep

I can't get close to people so I alter the steeple

Kneeling on my sweety bed

Trying to pen point this organism that built this fense

It's gotten to the point where conversation...

Well, what's conversation?

Just ammo for others to use in opportune situations

It's not true

But that's what the cat taught me

Silence alotted me this curiosity

Down the social latter a low rung

All this caused by when the cat got my tongue

Questions boil up inside of me with no dialogue to vocally splat-this nag

Got me to the point where Curiosity killed the cat.

I can't seem to get close to you

It isn't you

It's me.

It's like

Back up off'a me

Back... up off'a me.

With death I become breath

Best know for the head-stone that read

"We're two opposite side magnets and can't be forced to mesh"

This fense dense between me and others

A deep fear I don't parade but smuther

Pacing circles in the turminal turnstyle of approach

I wanna say hi but I back away moaning

The inebitable decision to walk away dipped in yellow coating

An outcome characterized by forboding

Fear and loathing

A dread of rejection type sting

The Labor in Vain resulting EMPTY

Stand offish in posh poses fools no one with a phobia caused by being dumped

A massive hump evolves in stature

I saw my target but with a glued jaw

Faught the boost

The Masked Avenger having a tenure in Recluse

I can't seem to get close to you

It isn't you

It's me.

It's like

Back up off'a me

Back... up off'a me

This fense got me on the outside looking in

I'm not physical for a couple of insecure reasons:

Rejection- Hurt- gossip-inept person

Longing for that closeness

The groseness... OH THIS? !?

When will the phobia of gropia end?

The effects of these problematic tree branches has an origin within the bark

The real reason for my claustral cover hovers over intimacy

Knowing my wife has to deal with this issue for as long as we both shall live

She'll be the only person who will know what this concern is

Unyeilding ceilings lessen space in which to stretch

Claustrophob adopts Vertigo

Passes out "well, what do you know"

A defense mechonism in-leu of reaction

Paranoid from a touch twitchin' inner sides

Collide once again with a pen for definition

I peak over the fense once in a while and then I'm stiff

THE PITS GALLOR

I love the people I know

But love the people I don't know even more

Never get close enough to smell the perfume

'cause my

Moto is: What you don't know can't hurt you

So I sit here with my snug of mean mugs

Unwilling, spilling my guts

Strolling in the forest of HUSH-HUSH

Tilting the log to EXPOSE THE BUGS

In accuality

All I yearn for is a HUG