(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