Cex - Good Morning, Universe lyrics

I can feel their branches like fingers Flashing nimble signs of silent criticism Dryly criticizing my entire inner workings, wet and dirty Earthworms and insects On missions of reconnaisance are welcome inhabitants And every now and then I feel one exit How many go unnoticed? How many interspecies languages have they decoded? These trees are all so old, I really don't know why they're interested Why they talk the loudest when they know that I'll be listening I've tried to decipher the shouting of the rivers, and the valleys, and the mountains Figure out what it's about And all I've got is birds chirping, red Sharpie circles 'round my words So they're converting all my thoughts to wordless noise So I finally decided I would help them If this is their intention, I could be the finest ally to the cause The covert reports can all be called off You wanna broadcast my thoughts? Let's get them straight from the source I can stand on street corners, draw diagrams of strangers Hand out pages from my diary, with footnotes and annotations So that pa**erby can identify the remains of my life (Don't even bother, it's all a bunch of f**in' lies!) The trees no longer need to keep a live feed on my heart beat I'll talk to anything with ears until I've bled out all my secrets I'm begging, please, at least let me keep my body It's not stopping sun setting, clock ticking, rock spinning The ozone won't stop whispering The xylophone bones In my ribs are shown explicitly I keep my lips sealed, but somehow It's amounting and accounted independent of my mouth My spine wants out It's ironic, I think my own body is making fun of me Mocking the absense of a skeleton in this rubbish heap You want a beef? Fine This game was made for two to play We can give or take 'til my balls break, my dome leaks, my brain fails I can run on empty, then when my skull decompresses And it's contents on the table Maybe they'll be plainly legible I'll be ready to sleep You can feed me intraveinously Some pairin' of paramedics will poke their heads down here eventually Until then, forget it I'm sick of feeling parasitic in my own temple Not knowin' my reflection Too much wasted effort on a vessel that betrays me every chance that it gets I can feel their branches like fingers Poking, prying, pushing pins and needles underneath my skin My battered nervous system tangled A voodoo doll made out of chewing gum and chicken innards Stuffed with bets for approximation of a human being I can feel them laughing when I make decisions Mimicking the actions I had taken In my sleep when I've dreamed of realistic situations I am merely nature's plaything Pointing at the sun and trying to pull back on the string I'm just a million wet cells, each completely senseless A million turning worlds brillst effecting for the necklace Atoms scattered to the wind, My skin turns to sand Magnifications of my brain shape the terrain of this land Of this prison, I'm not concerned with learning how to live in this position Powerless, buried at the bottom of the hourgla** Powerless, buried at the bottom of the hourgla** Buried at the bottom of the hourgla** Buried