Letting the Fly out of the Jar

And I don't need nothing for there to be In empty rooms and hallways that sat in between What it was I wondered and what it was I said Was it of any import, or was you being mislead? By my hand, by my heart, by my whole body from the start? And I don't nothing, well that's a big lie Cuz everyone wants something, it's how you get by It's pleasure of pain, and I see no in between It's grapes of wrath or euphoria tossed to the wind By my hand, by my soul, by my whole body so now I know I'm alive I've been reading big books with 5 dolar words Wittgenstein let me out the jar Or so it's been heard But I crawled back in to being a fly on the wall Give me a break or maybe just give it all up By my hand By my rope By my whole body When its losing hope I get into arguments with me from before Coat off the hook and a foot out the door I get into being dirty and fighting giants that hide In between the words I'm saying, and how he confides In my tongue through my word About how the whole situation is absurd on the face of it