the city makes so much noise when you record it
the streets have secret voices
if they don't shut up your head will get dirty
so you block out the hum, desensitized, it's not healthy
but the city's like a miniature body
with miniature versions of our universal problems
if i could make dorm rooms and stadiums silent
my record when played will make the whole world more quiet
my ears are ringing, things deaden me
i wanna keep my tissues, eyelashes, and intestines clean
but i can't think, open for business, infected
every particle pulled in a seperate direction
i gotta find away to keep the noises outside
only one holy hunger will i obey or recognize
this body's mine as its owner i seal it
i'll find out just what this piece of shit is capable of feeling

food is disgusting it's what they make shit from
you're vomiting backwards
get poisoned, get cancer
i wanna make a record instead of taking drugs
but with the tone of the room
it's more quiet than it was

i'm so out of breath, ungraceful
i'm always running, now can't stop chasing
this something inside of me that doesn't exist yet
i'll need to be aerodynamic to catch it
i can't get comfortable in this mess
less than the sum of my influences arrested
weighed down by the bullshit my blackhole's collected
suck it all in (distracted, conflicted, pathetic)
but i will make myself into the shape of a weapon
i'll burn off the fat until i'm all sharp edges
convey my veins contents
no nonsense, no question, no excess
i very much prefer an early exit
sensible rebellion, the least embarassing
not flailing my fists, i'm not coming apart
and when my body stops moving
i won't be shocked
i'll know exactly the cause
and just who's at fault

food is disgusting it's what they make shit from
you're vomiting backwards
get poisoned, get cancer
i wanna make a record instead of taking drugs
but with the tone of the room
it's more quiet than it was