Mortisabstract - Claustrophobic lyrics

V1: With trama, I become Curiosity Pondering why incidences are called incidences when I'm predestined to learn this lesson of fences A closeness I'm not comfortable with Even towards greetings of pretense I can't help but listen to this cat on my shoulder chanting "Everyone you'll meet will hurt you" So ten paces back I meander With my hands co*ked loaded with rolling eyes Looking down and up long enough to have sized up the concrete and the sun Stubborness is a GLUE on my hands And I guess I gotta stick to my guns Banter laughing sa**y cats jack-hammer chatter under my skin deep And co*ky 'meows' fill my short sleep I can't get close to people so I alter the steeple Kneeling on my sweety bed Trying to pen point this organism that built this fense It's gotten to the point where conversation... Well, what's conversation? Just ammo for others to use in opportune situations It's not true But that's what the cat taught me Silence alotted Me this curiosity Down the social latter a low rung All this caused by when the cat got my tongue Questions boil up inside of me with no dialogue to vocally splat--this nag Got me to the point where Curiosity k**ed the cat (Chorus) I can't seem to get close to you It isn't you It's me It's like Back up off'a me Back... up off'a me With d**h I become breath Best know for the head-stone that read "We're two opposite side magnets and can't be forced to mesh" This fense dense between me and others A deep fear I don't parade but smuther Pacing circles in the turminal turnstyle of approach I wanna say hi but I back away moaning The inebitable decision to walk away dipped in yellow coating An outcome characterized by forboding Fear and loathing A dread of rejection type sting The Labor in Vain resulting EMPTY Stand offish in posh poses fools no one with a phobia caused by being dumped A ma**ive hump evolves in stature I saw my target but with a glued jaw Faught the boost The Masked Avenger having a tenure in Recluse (Chorus) I can't seem to get close to you It isn't you It's me It's like Back up off'a me Back... up off'a me This fense got me on the outside looking in I'm not physical for a couple of insecure reasons: Rejection-- Hurt-- gossip--inept person Longing for that closeness The groseness.... OH THIS?!? When will the phobia of gropia end? The effects of these problematic tree branches has an origin within the bark The real reason for my claustral cover hovers over intimacy Knowing my wife has to deal with this issue for as long as we both shall live She'll be the only person who will know what this concern is Unyeilding ceilings lessen space in which to stretch Claustrophob adopts Vertigo Pa**es out "well, what do you know" A defense mechonism in-leu of reaction Paranoid from a touch twitchin' inner sides Collide once again with a pen for definition I peak over the fense once in a while and then I'm stiff THE PITS GALLOR I love the people I know But love the people I don't know even more(?) Never get close enough to smell the perfume 'cause my Moto is: What you don't know can't hurt you So I sit here with my snug of mean mugs Unwilling, spilling my guts Strolling in the forest of HUSH-HUSH Tilting the log to EXPOSE THE BUGS In accuality All I yearn for is a HUG