paroles de chanson Tangled in Discomfort - Skeptik

Arbitrarily reincarnating happy recollections
While indifferently treading down a common, tame and dull conduit
Uninterestingly, mechanically moving
Through a passage so familiar and borderline monotonous
Entranced
In the sound of your own careless jubilation
Whistling a merry melody and taking in a moment
Unaware of the foot-destroying hazard up ahead
Inconsiderate
Until the agonizing contact
In a sudden twinkling of seconds
Did the ancient roots of maple trees
Impede upon the avenue
Intended specifically to place your step upon
In what can only be regarded as deliberate and calculated spite
Altogether pain is now engulfing
As it radiates away from your obliterated happiness
Becoming intravenous & constricting as a vine
This occurrence will forever be an instant that you came to be
Came to be so

Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort

Now curled to the position of a fetus
Writhing miserably and cursing out your deity
Frantic fingers of your wavering appendages
Collide into a pile of wood, resting at your sides
Splinters
God damn, motherfucking splinters
Covering the palms of your hands
And your finger webbing
Utterly creating new obscenities to screech
Out into the otherwise unremarkable affair
Looking up into the heavens for assistance
Noticing a nest in the crevasse of the maple trunk
As the gooey and gelatinous tree sap
Creeps unto the surface of your skin
Comes and audible hum
Wasps
Swarming at the scent of the sweet, aromatic substance
Clinging to your flesh
Rising to your feet, you flee
As the pollen from the flowers
Of a nearby field enter deep inside your eyeballs
Causes you to be

Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort

Oh, is there no justice in this
Seemingly hopeless endeavor
How can it be right for
Every square inch of available being
To be in a state of pain
Oh, I've become so acutely aware
Of the space in between my toes
And my hair follicles do revolt at
The uncomfortable feeling they are
Currently in

Finally make it through the woods
Covered up in welted puncture wounds
But no longer navigating through the wicked halls of nature
Coming up upon a door to a small house
Hoping for a path that
Could lead to a salvation
Only opening to beckon you to come inside
But in a tone that is hope annihilation
What could await just beyond the open door
What is menacing about this entire situation

Standing in a room
Surrounded by a mass of individuals
Disregarding all personal space
They hover, creepily, inches from your neck
And speak ever delicately, so you feel their humid breath
Topics only do pertain to the awkward
And with a twinge of a dry and sticky back throat
As they gradually encircle all around you
And brush by so that only your arm hairs entwine
Causes you to be

Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort
Tangled in discomfort