Lyrics: Tom Probizanski
Music: Tom Probizanski
I don’t even know you, well, not like I’m supposed to!
Screaming at the silence
It answers us with violence
How are you doing? oh
You want in on this mess?
Quasi-religious statement sayin’ who i am - baby what’s your type?
Come here by my side
Passionate act of rebellion to pass the time
I know this world doesn’t care about me
I don’t give a damn
I don’t even know you, well, not like I’m supposed to! (lies)
Screaming at the silence
It answers us with violence
How are you doing?
I think that’s a loaded question
Irreducible to substance
So I’ll just keep dancing
Better than nothing
Virtuous meaning in irrational belonging
I’m not crazy
How do I breathe in this static?
I’m home but trapped in the attic