Fingerweights Lyrics

Sloggin' down my path from wrath to wreckage

Now I've perfected a subtle extreme

Breathing in other than air to exist means

Sucking the life from this dream

Pounding temples with fingerweights quelch

The quickness of quieter thoughts

Queazies that climb from bowel to brain

Thick thinking in the Temple of Ought.

I shoulda / woulda / coulda but I didn't

Get the right dose of shock (I'm Shocked)

And now I find myself still bound to this

Thick scheme in the Temple of Ought.

Feeding on the flesh of mass-deception

I'd give more than a finger but don't

I've long been perceived a deceiver cross-fingered

Heavy with mendacity

I'm beaming I'm screaming I'm a smile I'm a stain

Here's the hint that never gets caught

The first stutter of doubt that burns

From brain to mouth

Becomes the moment the lie is bought

Pounding temples with fingerweights quelch

The quickness of quieter thoughts

Queazies that climb from bowel to brain

Thick thinking in the Temple of Ought.

You shoulda / woulda / coulda but you didn't

Get the right dose of shock (Shocked)

And now you find yourself bound to this

This scheme in the Temple of Ought.