Speaking in tongues with alphabet soup Procedural shows in the mid-afternoon Does everyone know what they came here to do But me, oh no not me The book that shines underneath my sheets Is all I need Walking the dog, searching for signs I must have been born with an ingrowing mind The light of the fair shivers and slides All over suburban homes Strangers sharing the world alone What plan, what goal Well, it's my fault that you don't listen Trade me in for a new condition I'm alright, it's the world that's spinning Left alone, all things will sicken If I could unlearn all that I know I'd see my life reversed Watch the blessings grow from curses Why should I change To suit a pointless world It's my fault that you don't listen Trade me in for a new condition Let me draw my own confusions Knowledge leads to self-delusion Swept awake by the frigid morning Caught by the bus as the day is yawning Crawl to work and die at my desk Least they'll say I didn't die in bed