Milo - post hoc ergo propter hoc (for Schopenhauer) Lyrics
Taking naps reminds me a whole lot of time travellingEvery morning groggier than the lastMy fragile mind is unravellingI woke up lost and muddy in the tree farm realmAnd I can project myself into scenes I've only seen on filmsI'm like a toddlerWith no sense of object permanenceBut I'm abjectedAnd I'm mighty sure that's gonna be permanentI named myself after a fictional characterWhich says a lot about my mental health and various barriersThat I've constructedLike a manically depressed Bob the BuilderAttempting to reject my desiresAnd ask what the ***** do we have Will forSteve Martin can play the banjoAnd there's a mutant ninja turtleThat lives right under this manholeTake my ego and begin promptly to dismantleTill there's nothing left but a skeletonWho can't stay on tempoLong jogs, fitness clubsThe euphemism treadmillYou wonder if you're really aliveAnd I am asking if I am dead stillThat line's gonna scare my dad real badThat line's gonna scare my dad real badThese fallacies are temptingI wonder if I write Rob another songWill that add to my redemptionI can't ride a skate boardBut I'll replace your ball bearingsPeople in malls think I'm so *****ing scaryStraight edge, vegetarianBut I can't let go of these red herringsPost hoc ergo propter hocAnd I'm a robotCan can't stay on topAnd it goesPost hoc ergo propter hocAnd I'm a robotCan can't stay on topAnd it goesPost hoc ergo propter hocAnd I'm a robotCan can't stay on topAnd it goesPost hoc ergo propter hocAnd I'm a robotCan can't stay on topAnd it goesPost hoc ergo propter hocAnd I'm a robotCan can't stay on topAnd it goesPost hoc ergo propter hocAnd I'm a robotCan can't stay on topAnd it goes