Parapraxis Lyrics

The stench of a new day

Sends the mice to their wheels

A mundane stress controls them

To ignore what's beyond they feel

The emptiness in strangers' eyes

And the silence between their ears

From the dead circuits fried by routine

Become normal through the years

For the sparks and the wires, the screeching black tires

Become the noise that quells their voice

And bulging, red vessels and the angst that has nestled

Into the id, which will wake from its slumber

How far have we crawled

To walk on two feet

To our self-assembled cages

That we call our home?

Rebellious acts of beauty

Have expired long ago

And if everything is backwards

Then that's exactly where we should go

They pull and they tear at their thin, graying hair

Yet keep pathetic trembles in glazed-over stares

They lift up the spirits by clutching the neck of the bottle

Impaired is repaired

Am I so mad to notice

the bleakness and clandestine motives

In a world devoid of heroes

while the masses eat the lotus?

How far have we crawled

To walk on two feet

To our self-assembled cages

That we call our home?

Rebellious acts of beauty

Have expired long ago

And if everything is backwards

Then that's exactly where we should go

Every day a blanket of

Gray wool smothers the sky

Consoled by the patting rain

Upon the pane

It asks why you still climb

Your sinking ladder

Into a pit of grief.

Yet, it is always a sunny day above the clouds

And you can get there if you please

We've cornered ourselves

What the coroners smell

Is the rotting human spirit

Put up as collateral

Confused by this exhaustion

That we wanted all along

But the first step is to notice

We're far too deep to fix the wrong