False Objects

I hear in the night something strange
At first it disappears then comes back again
I can feel it, I can taste it in the air tonight
Hard to be certain so I linger for a little while
And I breathe a single sigh and it soothes me
My stomach turns, I grow concerned and start to flee
If you don't mean it then don't say it, do you even try?
I seek the solace of the silence so I think you'll find

Too many days turn into nights
Too many nights end with compromise
Too many institutes will preach to you with false prophets
Too many institutes will coerce you with false promise

And that feeling as the rot sets in
And I feel it sinking in

I think it's fantastic, I think it's fantastic
The way it bends the way it moves the way it shapes itself
It's like a liquid
One that's highly addictive

Too many days turn into nights
Too many nights end with compromise
Too many institutes will preach to you with false prophets
Too many institutes will coerce you with false promise

This is the human form, this is the human form
There is no way to raise complaints from the trajectories we're on
Just grin and bear, if you don't share it, do you even try?
I don't believe that there is more to you than meets the eye

And just like that, I step outside
And underneath the open sky
Nestled just beyond a light-year there's a signal that is burning bright
And in tongues I do not recognise
I'm comforted by tired eyes
And this feeling unwinds

And that feeling as the rot sets in
And I feel it sinking in
And that feeling as the rot sets in
And I feel it sinking in