Kneaded Lyrics

Fingers in mouths and unknown parts

Sliding through jaws, portals, places upon various surfaces of one another

In the black room, we feel the four walls

We see nothing and we vaguely recall having any recollection at all

So we search every inch of the other

Sorta similar, but certainly not the same

So feverishly we seek

Go in, go out, go in between

Atop, underneath, pressed tightly

Slipping, sliding, fitting like we are being kneaded by

The darkness in which we exist

We know we are missing something

And we know they are upon us when the walls move

And the bright lights only let our eyes see what truth we exist in

Black and black, never a surprise

Only an audience of some unknown size

Watching, smelling, listening to nothing

Anything, move about or stay frozen

No matter the omittance of any reason

But then the painter, he places objects

Of impossible properties behind the eyelids

With crafted and ordered words

The noises our teeth and tongues create

They place spectacular ideas in the sockets behind our eyes

But it's not enough to satiate the need

The animal cannot be destroyed so easily

It's not enough

But back in the dark

We remember

Exactly what to do