Mutations

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