(I'm not...an animal) Everyday's gonna feel like I'm just past the edge Slipping through a hundred Like it's what I do best What's the scale? I don't know anymore But I'm pushing the limits Of what I live for I go around pretending to live (I'm not...an animal) I'm really a thing But I know how to give And I take plenty, too Store it all in a room Now I've got a sensation Of household doom Plenty of time for morbid thinking Never a time When I'm not sinking Lots of marbles Rolling around Tons of warbling Stereo sound Many a moon Past the practical boundary I am the fist At night I'm the pounding Thumping, booming Clobbering, impending My heart paints a portrait Of brain folds bending Circling, spiraling Curvature hierarchy Spinning up nonsense Of woven malarky Animal In my brain Animal in my heart Shove Me Push Me over Animal In my brain Animal In my heart Shove Me Push me over The ledge Take my one hundred and four (rep.) Take my one hundred and four tattoos of you No I'm not sick Anymore Just got this feeling At my core Now you show up At my door And tell me how To live for sure But I'm not an animal anymore I talk You roar

I’m gonna break Everything that I know is true You can’t fake What you think that you already knew But if there’s one little thing That I’m not not not afraid of It’s the half-hearted dozen who Recreate what they assume Well I tend to think That most things can’tttt be thought I surrender the truth That your answers will be sold and bought Which brands were the most sought And which were an afterthought A million men in line To get the most divine of the time Nothing is And so is everything you could imagine Nothing is And neither are the thoughts you packed in Everything Is nothing but a square-footed fraction There are no is’s in life There ain’t no ain’t where you think Everything is not and nothing really should And if you think that I just Play a funny word-game Then consider only knocking on wood There are no is’s in life There are no is’s in life There are no is’s in life like there should There is no pain you can feel Which would show you what’s real Its elusiveness is part of its appeal Now I’m going to trial For my words of denial And there’s nothing I can do to heal And my role in this war Which I’m confusing it for Is the man with the irrational roar Because I’m tired of sense It doesn’t make any sense And that’s the reason I will reason no more (6x)