Restless slumber, indecision Multiplies with great precision Dreams of prison, a deep disquiet A heavy heart, I can't deny... My eyes are closed but I hear it storming The night has grown to a bitter morning Daylight breaking, birds forewarning An eerie calm, but dark clouds forming No work you do is satisfying But joyless labor's gratifying Chopping wood until it's sawdust The fuel that feeds you burns the hottest If you can be quiet, you can hear something Distant computers whirring, whizzing For just one moment, the world is silent No one's talking, but someone's listening Close your hands, you can't receive it That's okay, cuz you don't need it You eat your own sh**, you create it You eat the chicken and the egg that laid it Everything is everything Is everything is everything Is everything Everything is everything