Lyrics

I’m inside of something
that’s inside of something
that I don’t trust.
To climb up the rung
all the webs that are spun,
and it’s all a bust.

And she doesn’t want you
is all that is true.
All your books overdue—-
no library renewals.

I’m inside of something
that’s inside of something,
defend my mind.
Consistently dream
‘til you turn off the stream
of both place and time.

‘Cause what else can you do?
She’s right beside you.
Psych-aesthetic rescue
by pneumatic tube.