Punkowski - Transmission 001: Mimetic Misery Lyrics

The things you think you own
They own you. every bone
Will break in two, I know
You decorate your parents' home

So do you understand?
You need a new floor plan
To rearrange your cares
You move your tables and your chairs

I'm not a crazy man (NO!)
You'll never understand (but)
If Poe were here I'd have him
Drop a brick on both my hands

I'm going under fast
I'm slipping through the cracks
I'm owned by homes I know
You'll never let the fire last

So sit in solitude
And study something cool
The map is not the place
The mirror stares me in the face

Mimetic Misery
I am a mockery
You spit to tell me
I was killed when I was taught to read