False Objects

I hear in the night something strange At first it disappears then comes back again I can feel it, I can taste it in the air tonight Hard to be certain so I linger for a little while And I breathe a single sigh and it soothes me My stomach turns, I grow concerned and start to flee If you don't mean it then don't say it, do you even try? I seek the solace of the silence so I think you'll find Too many days turn into nights Too many nights end with compromise Too many institutes will preach to you with false prophets Too many institutes will coerce you with false promise And that feeling as the rot sets in And I feel it sinking in I think it's fantastic, I think it's fantastic The way it bends the way it moves the way it shapes itself It's like a liquid One that's highly addictive Too many days turn into nights Too many nights end with compromise Too many institutes will preach to you with false prophets Too many institutes will coerce you with false promise This is the human form, this is the human form There is no way to raise complaints from the trajectories we're on Just grin and bear, if you don't share it, do you even try? I don't believe that there is more to you than meets the eye And just like that, I step outside And underneath the open sky Nestled just beyond a light-year there's a signal that is burning bright And in tongues I do not recognise I'm comforted by tired eyes And this feeling unwinds And that feeling as the rot sets in And I feel it sinking in And that feeling as the rot sets in And I feel it sinking in