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I might bet I've got control of my body
I believe I have control over my body.
I might guess I choose the way that I move
I think I determine how I move.
I could take the credit but if I'm honest
I could take credit, but in reality,
My body seems to choose
My body seems to act independently.
Like a dress knows what to do when the wind blows
Similar to how a dress reacts to wind,
Campfire flames don't have a need to repeat
Flames in a campfire don't repeat actions,
You and I do what we do when the time comes
We, like them, act according to circumstances.
We're patterns in the breeze
We're like patterns moved by the wind.
I'm automatic
I function automatically.
Mechanistic
My actions are mechanistic.
My nature
It's my nature.
Can't admit it
I can't acknowledge or admit it.
Is it me pushing the pump for blood flow?
Questioning if I consciously control
Is it me growing the hair that I got?
Functions like blood flow or hair growth.
Sure, my lungs do work while I'm sleeping
My bodily processes work even when I sleep,
But do I control my thoughts?
But do I truly control my thoughts?
I'm automatic
Emphasizing automatic behavior.
Mechanistic
Highlighting the mechanistic nature again.
My nature
Reiterating that it's my inherent nature.
Can't admit it
Still unable to accept or acknowledge it.
But focusing on my problems
Directing attention to my problems
Hardly seems to solve them
Realizing that focusing on them doesn't solve them.
I'm tired of hunting drama
Expressing weariness of seeking drama,
I'm learning to live by karma
Learning to live by the principle of karma.
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