The Middle Distance

The middle distance Drives me inside Makes me deaf and blind Dissociation Straight-jacket binds Overwrought designs I'd rather build I'd rather build I'd rather build And burn to ashes A hopeless house of cards Than stare into the middle distance I'm never gonna feel finished I'm never gonna feel finished I'm never gonna feel finished I'm never gonna feel finished The riddle of existence Like chewing flavorless gum Bear those teeth for once Hesitation There's fleeting reaction time To stare the beast Straight in the eye I'd rather build I'd rather build I'd rather build And burn to ashes A hopeless house of cards Than stare into the middle distance I'm never gonna feel finished I'm never gonna feel finished I'm never gonna feel finished I'm never gonna feel finished