Gingham Jones - The Continuing Arduous Journey Lyrics

Intruding output
Pulling the strings of your head
In with the ceilings and out with poor reasons
Clear image burned with the changing of seasons
Dig in the father who swims in his weakness
Frozen and tangled, a mother receded

No nuclear moments standing
No atlas in hand awaiting

I set out for the forests
I set out to find a man
An objection was raised
I set out to find a plan
I listened to Joe
I listened to Phil
I listened to Gary
And Aristotle
I listened to Jordan
I listened to them all
They're only fleeting
I've felt no call
So I never answered
I only pulled away
I'm not a helpless victim
Just lazy and afraid

As I strip down to nothing
I bury the clothes to the sound
Of a wailing mother's grappling heat
Anxiously hooked in my shoulder
Deeply entrenched
"For safety" we say
But nobody noticed all the blood spilling out
Bravery, firmness, and freedom obsolete
Creativity drying up all around my feet
How many dead men can we give birth to?
How many worthless thoughts can I cling to?

Oh image in my eyes
Why should I be alive?
"The tide comes in, the tide goes out again"
An ocean arises and swallows their semen
Volcanic eruptions in distant foreign lands
No blissful creations flow out from these hands
Oh clouds up in the sky
Why should I be alive?
There's no reason to be alive