Attunement

[Intro]

A meditation

Turn the lights off

[Chorus]

Come on and rock, rock

Back to the edge then up to the tip, it's not, not

Nice, the ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn

That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface

[Verse 1]

The surface is just in service of holding the form, cursed

The shape is so inescapable, bet it would burn, bet it would hurt

And there's the rub, the red in the flesh is fine but the fire on skin is not

Is it possible to not get caught up in the thoughts

About whether or not to stop

Before the damage done is irreversible but isn't terminal?

Shit, goddamn it, loosen the grip

[Chorus]

Come on and rock, rock

Back the edge then up to the tip, it's not, not

Nice, the ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn

That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface

[Verse 2]

In earnest, you should just let go

Before the damage done is irreversible but isn't terminal

Shit, goddamn it, loosen the grip

But then the body could slip

The plastic body busy being a building built on the basis of never knowing it's nothing

But what if you do, what did you do?

What did she say? She was nice but ain't shit

Made a mean bowl of rice and then dipped

And the drip is literally slipping away from the fingertips

It could cripple a man in a minute if a man could have had a reason to live

[Chorus]

Come on and rock, rock

Back to the edge then up to the tip, it's not, not

Nice, the ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn

That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface

[Verse 3]

Shit, the drip is literally slipping away from the fingertips

Could cripple a man in a minute if a man could have had a reason to live

He would be wrong, along come a longing

Have you waited long enough? Can you just belong to belonging?

She laughed at that, right on

Passed out with the light on, pissed off with the pipe on

Light grip on the armchair like a pile-on

Poundin' out the rhythm in a bygone era

But the bylaws of which must state something of copulation

And can't you just say, "fuck"? Could there be less conversation?

Or numb release in the dungarees, shoot below the knees

There'd be no appeasing anything, based, sacred, beautiful

Just simple deeds done simply, no symphony serving up timpani

No infamy, just a grim repeat to get away from what you need

Turn the lights off when you leave

[Chorus]

Come on and rock, rock

Back to the edge and then up to the tip, it's not, not

Nice, the ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn

That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface

[Verse 4]

Looking over the edge, ain't the drop, why the screwface?

You've been saying you want it to stop, why don't you take

One more step and let God, or what you make

Up in your head, stir the pot, while you lose faith

Shouldn't be so hard to be apart and be a part of ether

Shouldn't need to start or need a part to be a pardon neither

Shouldn't be restarting, all this starving ain't the part to feature

You are not a body, bodies aren't often heartless creatures

Looking over the edge, ain't the wind, why the jumpscare?

You've been saying you hated this skin, why you stuck there?

One more step to the wind and then compare

If it's better to never begin, or if there's sun there

Shouldn't be so hard to be apart and be a part of dust

Shouldn't need to start or need to start believing in the thing you trust

Shouldn't be restarting evenings to receive a piece of crust

You are not a body, you're a metal shell and you can see the rust

[Chorus]

Come on and rock, rock

Back to the edge and then up to the tip, it's not, not

Nice, the ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn

That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface