Lyrics

Inimical

Puppets?dance along with blissful emptiness
Masters? the proverbial hand up the ass
Patience impalpable, obscured by running into walls
But the illusion of progress feels good too

Life?s been good to me, thank you God for giving me this migraine

Obedience? is it assimilation or compromise?
I think it?s easier to thrive on isolation
No façade, no fake smiles, no burdens
Simply a lot more spare time

Life?s been good to me, thank you God for giving me this migraine

Life, I?m waiting for the stimulation
Shower me with open arms and please be gentle

Confined by choice it seems, tunneling deep
You?re so foreign to me
Reaching towards me? I will not be pawed at
Thank you very much

Life, I?m hoping for some sweet stimulation

Sharp tongues, I withdraw now with the watchful eye
You?re so foreign to me
Reaching towards me? I will not be pawed at
You will learn this in time

Time?