Subjectivity

You tell me "pasa nada"
But that's not good enough today
'Cause everything is moving
But I don't want to play

The molecules are dancing
They're forming into words
They're biting through my armour
They're chewing at my nerves

All that I seem to see is subjectivity
All that I seem to do is
Rearrange the shapes around me
I'm looking for meaning but
Can't figure out a thing
I'm looking for order in
An underworld that's overwhelming

I'm scanning through the pages
I'm hanging up my noose
My periodic table's
Legs are coming loose

It's an actuarial nightmare
And the odds are looking poor
Of waking up tomorrow
Of getting off this floor

All that I seem to see is subjectivity
All that I seem to do is
Rearrange the people round me
I'm looking for something but
Significance is out
I've joined up the missing links
But I can't get off the roundabout

All that I seem to see is subjectivity
All that I seem to do is
Rearrange the world around me
You get tired of waiting while
You're planning The Big Fight
So tear off another sheet from
The toilet roll of everyday life

Tear off another sheet
Tear off another sheet
Tear off another sheet
Tear off another sheet