Terrible People (Cross Communication)

I don't care enough, pull out the hair shut the door Get lost, stare at stuff, come up with useless metaphors Sit in corners, rock myself, back and forth to sleep Another hopeless sheep, who's counting people Shut your skull, go to peace Ignore your eyelids, they're deceitful, carnival of weasels Needles in the veins of voodoo dolls claiming you don't notice evil Tell yourself, it's all in your head, cause it's easier to pretend You're listening to babble falling out the mouths of river beds Fell asleep in front of glowing screens, the warmth keeps you from noticing You're floating or you're drowning when you're rowing down that stream Life is but a dream Lots of thoughts, of what we got and where we've been And where'd we go, and how'd it get so wrong? A simple song and we're just burning slow Melting pot is on a simmer, bitter boiled winter lingers Cauldron keeps us warm, so tell me what's dinner Sinner, saint, and primate fate, a painting of our dynasty Winners hate the finer things, trash heaps filled with diamond rings A sign of our symptom, the blessings of a system Ignored the cost and wouldn't listen Mining all those elements at least you have a phone Cellular circulations circumvents the patients Doctors take vacation, they were roaming out of zone Can't see the cancer for the hyper efficient growth of cells Build a new tower copy Babylon before it fell Hell, adjust the shrink wraps, package gifts up nice and tightly Nightly drop the drink cups, stack dreams more sad than frightening Brain freeze tremor, deceptive validation Frame squeeze remember, that you don't know what to do Detective allocations, blame FAT table 32 I'm a node inside a neural net, fried, deprived an epithet Disguised in my own habits tried to pick apart taboos Close my eyes pretend, there's no me, there's only you The movies in this skull, crack the screen and come unglued This body is a vessel, stream of conscious running through F*ck, no... no Hold up, Hold up, you know what? Bring that back, bring that back, bring that back I'm a Hedonist, with heathen mixed add a dash of asshole The dreams of which, would seem to switch, right before the lasso Tightens up and cinches, it's a noose around the neck Quick, take away my change before i start to dissect My dreams and memories, a steady stream, of "what's it all about" Is it called life if fulfilling moments happen on a couch? Where's the doubt? where's the love? where's the anger? It's all in my head, to myself I'm a stranger Waiting in a hanger, most those dreams already take flight Chart daily courses, notions rage, dying of the light Is it life? olfactory, monotony, smell the bleach and fight Dream police win monopoly But this dream is bright Cause we're walking toward sunrise Divinity and demons making love The sound is sublime Opposites attract when fear is confined to The space between your heel and your shoe