Metal Solitude

Metal Solitude
Thom Yorke- Analyze

Grit them teeth and prepare to struggle
the path is plot and riddled with trouble
in winding roads you are befuddled
wicked thoughts begin to double.

Buried under skin deep and thick,
all and all be done with it
stab and sheath your knife so quick,
patience and practice so delicate.

Descend on them and begin to devour
it is now the witching hour
in your mouth the blood will sour
you've assimilated the horror.

Paranoid, bipolar
we are schizophrenia
we pretend to see them, they pretend to be them
and all of us seem to bend.

Dance in fields and leaves of green
the shells of cicadas and wasted things
eternally trapped in the coffin of time
all wrapped up in twisted minds.

Smile and pretend and try to remember
mental towers that last forever
happy thoughts of sweet surrender
things you do that result in pleasure.

Your coil, it betrays you
you could very well be lost
capable of being discarded
a void of endless frost.

Hold true to your inner warmth
something uniquely you
something to keep you stable
so you don't get confused.

The mind can be a scary place
you are mostly all alone
and though this place can be macabre at times
it's your trap your tomb and home.