An Emotional Attachment to Inanimate Things - Stacked Like Pancakes

I’ve got this vision, precision, mission impossible

And I make my rhythms unstoppable

Just like my father, I’m feeling sophical

I think therefore I’m a little diabolical

Each word in sequence is systematically critical

And I need to feel it in phsyical

I’m like a ticking time bomb, I’m the only one who knows the code

That’s why I don’t believe in miracles, oh no

Oh, can we feel things, when we feel things, can we

Oh, can we feel, can we feel, feel

Oh, oh, oh

Can we feel things, when we feel things, can we

My OCD has gotten the best of me

And I need medication please

So that may be I can think a little less heavily

This hospital bed is not hospitable

But it’s better than being dead in my bed

These sore thoughts, they echo off the walls of my skull

And I can’t side, or I can’t define if I’m the red or the bull

But I am free, or so they tell

I can run run run, but I’m better off staring at the wall

Oh, can we feel things, when we feel things, can we

Oh, can we feel, can we feel, feel

Oh, oh, oh

Can we feel things, when we feel things, can we

Sometimes I feel emotions like a puppet on strings

My thoughts are magnified by almost everything

Like my emotional attachment to inanimate things

I put my bird up to the sky and I sing

Fuck it

Oh, nanana

Nanana, nanana

Can we feel things, when we feel things, can we

Oh, nanana

Nanana, nanana

Can we feel things, can we feel it

Oh, nanana

Nanana, nanana

Can we feel things, when we feel things, can we

Oh, nanana

Nanana, nanana

Can we feel things, can we feel it

Oh, nanana

Nanana, nanana