First the gray matter transpires in the form of a cloak
It drops slowly but surely it's insufferable
I keep still, tryna fake like I'm not feeling the pull
Tugging my eyes into a dark and narrow tunnel
I'm stuck now under blankets that don't comfort
Just hold a momentary lapse of knowing what's desirable
It's not pain, it's the opposite, it's something insane
A lack of feeling, wall or something coming up in my brain
Gray pull, fuck hold
My mind, slime mold
Side to side it's undesirable
Sigh, sigh, sigh, it's not inevitable
It's not luck, it's a societal role
Not bad luck, it could be avoidable
Slime mold, my mind
Fuck up this assumption
And we're rolling and we're rolling
Back into the shadow of what happened while still growing up
We're all adults but we're still treading in the muck
Of problems we encountered trying to learn how to fuck
It's fucked up that these problems are so ubiquitous
I don't know many people who aren't feeling distrust
But we're all screaming in a tunnel, ricocheting, obfuscating
Rolling in the shallow, we're rolling in the shallow
We're rolling in the shallow, we're rolling in our shallow graves
We're in the saddle, just groaning in the saddle
Bemoaning all our impotence like it's unpalatable
'Cause it's unfathomable, like we're all hollow?
Like pasture gone to fallow? Like pasture gone
The passion's gone, the passion's gone, the passion's gone
The passion's gone, the passion's gone
The passion's gone and gone and gone and-
Look at the atrophy
Young minds severed from their bodies
Confused and unfeeling
What's mine and yours is lost to me
Numbed sexuality
What's mine is still unfolding
Rolling out, unfurling out
And rolling out, unfurling out
And rolling out, unfurling out
And rolling out, unfurling out new
Gray pull, fuck hold
My mind, slime mold
Side to side it's undesirable
Sigh, sigh, sigh, it's not inevitable
It's not luck, it's a societal role
Not bad luck, it could be avoidable
We're rolling and we're rolling
Back into the shadow of our growing up
We're all adults but we're still treading in the muck
Of problems we encountered trying to learn how to fuck
It's fucked up, but it's really not that different from those
Who refuse to think that their indifference is complicit
I believe in some things that I cannot quantify
But when it comes to me I still deny I'm in the shadows
I'm lurking in the shadows, I'm lurking in the shadows
And digging out my shallow grave
I'm in the saddle, just groaning in the saddle
Bemoaning all my impotence like it's unpalatable
'Cause it's unfathomable like we're all swallowed
Like pasture gone to fallow
No more hay is left for the rolling
It's all sold out or left out and molding
They tell you take advantage while sun's still out and glowing
But protestant prescriptions repress my own sowing
Look at the atrophy
Young minds severed from their bodies
Confused and unfeeling
Numbed sexuality
What's mine is still unfolding
Rolling out unfurling out
And rolling out unfurling out
And rolling out unfurling out
And rolling out unfurling out new plans
I take due time to find
What my body is telling me in dreams, in dreams [?]
Sometimes it's anger and sometimes it's just misplaced keys
But the feelings aren't something I have a hold on
They just slip out of me
Like a colander drips or like a blister might weep
Clap on, clap off
I stop to smell a new rose, insert my face
And later find pollen on my nose
Who questions what, who believes what, who shuffles your gut?
Who takes the blame, who gets the fame, who's stuck in rut?
Who's picking sides and who's clinging to sexist lies?
In lieu of... shh...
Fertility laden with such shame
You had to sell out the ideal
At the core, at the core of yourself
