Lyrics
For staying open here
there is more or less one way to go
You can peel yourself apart:
bicameral progress, dichotomous
It feels like this grand illusion
It feels so strangely illogical
We've been right about things like evolution,
but if the planet's burning up and no one knows?
For staying open here
there is only one way I can discern
You must peel yourself apart:
bicameral progress, dichotomous
It feels like
a way to wake up and get ahead
Exist inside reality
It feels like
a way to get outside of my head
Exist outside illusion
Simply counting everything that's good or bad
Get past this mental tic I have
Simply counting everything that's good or bad
Someone knows if the world is slowly catching fire
A popular claim is that no one actually knows
I'm all awash with color,
physically manifesting anxiety about our fate:
Life as we know it, meaninglessness, the
apocalypse
