All my thoughts are mutations
Clothed in sun salutations
But really, I'm anxious all the time
I can't tell the difference
Between love and indifference
They're closely related in my mind
In the opening arms of your god-fearing therapist
Bread is flesh and you better eat all of his
Good advice
Followed my intuition
Brought some love to fruition
Now I'm angry all the time
I can't tell the difference
Between death and deliverance
I gave up my soul to feel alive
In the opening arms of your god-fearing therapist
Bread is flesh and you better eat all of his
Good advice
