SSRIs - Certain Set Configuration Lyrics
Worn in pair of pantson skinny old legs.putting on parentheses, putting on parentheses.inventing inconsistencies, inventing inconsistencies.and everyone and everythingand everyone and everythingis you.On a sphere, turbulent.sand between your toes is cold.pockets full of thoughts and games,flowing down the drain.supported by bits and pieces,really hard, really needy.looking for some fish to catch.everything’s a wave.we’re moving,up and down, up and down.side to side, side to side.likewise motion, sick to stomach,walking around in bare feet.took control, what’s control?Something bought, something owned,and a certain set configuration’s you.A round or two of hallucinations,nothing false exists in nature.and all the while you’re waiting patientlyfor something called the future.turning round in circles,til you get the spins, get the spins.playing dress up with your work clothes,comforting, it’s comforting.homogenous puddles of water.drip, drip, drip, drip.common sense lives in perception.sip, sip, sip, sip.nothing’s made of every thought,just like perfect circles.and a certain set configuration’s you.Worn in kettle of skin,boiling, boiling, boiling.Worn in kettle of skin,boiling, boiling, boiling.
