Emree Elentuck - Things I Want to Put in My Mouth Lyrics

They say that it's pica, but they do not know just how metaphorical it is
It's not a disorder if my life's in order, quite a problem we've encountered, 'tis
There's an itch only something can cure
It calls to me as if a lure
But the thing that is strange, that might make me deranged
Is that's all this thing I am not sure

It can range from whatever I feel like
It can be nightmarish or dreamlike
There's a wide variety to all my thoughts
Despite what it might seem like

But a bit of surrealism's needed to juxtapose reality
And my brain, it aches all over, letting out a desperate plea
And I
Gotta feed my orifice for its metamorphosis
As my body does the repair
My words keep on stuttering while my mouth keeps wondering
What I'm gonna put in there

So!

Let's count the things I want to put in my mouth
It's gotta stop eventually before it goes south
Maybe I should just try something sweet and fun
Like a carrot, a cookie, or (a f*cking gun)
Perhaps a fictional character's member
Or a knife that I can shove (and dismember)
So whenever I have any sort of mental drought
I'll find things I want to put in my mouth

It's quite confusing, and you may not see my point
Just listening to sounds as I whimper and yelp
How long would it take a person to realize
That this whole thing is a cry for help?

Or, you know, maybe this whole thing is

A farce
(A ruse)
To keep you
(Amused)
Maybe you need a little something
(To put an end to all this suffering)
And your mouth, is it aching too?
Well then you know what
(You should do)

So!

Let's count the things I want to put in my mouth
It's gotta stop eventually before it goes south
Maybe I should just try something sweet and fun
Like a carrot, a cookie, or (a f*cking gun)
I don't know if I'm doing this right
I wanna burn my insides, set them alight
There is no imagination, there is only a drougth
Time to find random shit to put in my mouth

Variants and varieties
Of what's normal in society
What's joked about online
And what's snapping somebody's lifeline
I need a way to be distracted
From the way this life's abstract and
Surreal in the way that it chooses to show
Memories bounce off - refracted
Death and gloom - are attracted
But I lack a reason, I don't know

(So guys, here we go!)

There are things to put in my mouth
Stop it before it goes south
Won't you let me have some fun?
So load and unload Chekhov's gun
Let me forget and remember
Strike and beat, make this meat tender
And when I'm gone, suffering a drought
I'll distract myself
Thoughts I'll propel
With things
To put
In
My
Mouth

(Weird f*cking song, ain't it? Heh.)