Matt Becker - Hissing for Peace lyrics

Shovel your limbs into consistent patterns As potent as pissing in the ocean I try to untie knots in my sleep But the spine's just a snake That's ashamed of itself While leading a meditation on poor posture Oh, there are myths here that you could build The whole of your duration on I know there are some I'm sleeping around That I thought would help with the knots But end up pulling on both ends It has all the incidental traits Of the things you love But it has no meat It has no bone As if what the worms do As if what the worms do They only do for you And what the reptile brain do It only does for you Anyone else's job To try to make sense Of a graceless painting In a present tense (It's an embarra**ment that, through mercy, is on borrowed time)