Tension's up like fists in a fight.
You should've called me.
It would've meant something.
This is my mind on your recorder; this is my soul that you're hearing.
I used to have my own songs.
If I don't mind, then this problem remains my own.
Hold the things down just makes you turn away.
Your silence is crushing.
All I want. Animal.
Damn, your friends were wrong.
With all of the things you know, with that little grace you show.
Just "send a list of instructions to the factory and upon its return we'll embrace it...
Only if it's gold, only if it's gold"
It's sickening in stereo.
Your silence is crushing.
All I want. Animal.