Wide Eyed Skeleton

[Chorus 1]
Whether I'm an accident
Or a product of intelligent design
I can barely tell that I'm alive
I can barely tell that I'm alive

Whether it's a mishap
Or what happens when two things collide
I can barely tell that I'm alive
I can barely tell that I'm alive

[Verse 1]
I can barely tell that I'm alive
Corporeal form but dead behind the eyes
I can barely tell that I'm awake
Wandering with no concept of night or day
I can barely tell I'm even breathing
But I see my chest heaving against the flesh of the evening
It's growing more shallow with each passing hour
Now I think it's best if I simply believe

[Chorus 2]
What happens when two things collide?
What happens when two things collide?
By all accounts all of us wander
What's lost in the halls of our hearts should have already died
What happens when two things collide?
What happens when two things collide?
The judges and juries and all executioners made up their minds that we'll pay with our lives

[Sample: Local Natives]
All the men of faith and men of science had their questions
Could it ever be on earth as it is in heaven?

[Chorus 1]
Whether I'm an accident
Or a product of intelligent design
I can barely tell that I'm alive
I can barely tell that I'm alive

Whether it's a mishap
Or what happens when two things collide
I can barely tell that I'm alive
I can barely tell that I'm alive

[Verse 2]
I can barely tell I'm even human
Just a carbon based skin and bones shell turned to ruins
Man, what's he even doing?
He's content when he's still and he's dead when he's moving
I can barely tell I'm even here
If I am, tell me would they even notice if I disappear?
It's better to burn than be forgotten like a novelty
Never remembered again, the sum of my fears
I can't even tell if I belong
To this evil place that feeds upon its young
The fittest survive and the quickest they thrive and the sickest they die in the mud
I don't even know if this is me
Or just a comatose subconscious stream
A monster that lives in your darkest recesses is real but its not what you thought it would be

[Chorus 2]
What happens when two things collide?
What happens when two things collide?
By all accounts all of us wander
What's lost in the halls of our hearts should have already died
What happens when two things collide?
What happens when two things collide?
The judges and juries and all executioners made up their minds that we'll pay with our lives

[Sample: Local Natives]
All the men of faith and men of science had their questions
Could it ever be on earth as it is in heaven?

[Verse 3]
[?], meaning, morality, destiny
Oracles, teaching, anatomy, bury me
Under the shade of a tree near my papa
In that cemetery right next to the altar
Where I gave myself to an all-knowing father
Without any knowledge of what I should call him
And next to no knowledge of counting the cost
In the church that eventually houses my coffin
White-washed tombs and the broods of vipers
See I looked just like that when you described them
And I took that dull blade like you and knifed them
Yo, we're fit for the same noose that Judas died in
Something wicked this way comes
With the face of an angel and [?] tongue
With a kiss on the check for the one that he swore that he loved but he lived by the gun

[Chorus 1]
Whether I'm an accident
Or a product of intelligent design
I can barely tell that I'm alive
I can barely tell that I'm alive

Whether it's a mishap
Or what happens when two things collide
I can barely tell that I'm alive
I can barely tell that I'm alive

Whether I'm an accident
Or a product of intelligent design
I can barely tell that I'm alive
I can barely tell that I'm alive

Whether it's a mishap
Or what happens when two things collide
I can barely tell that I'm alive
I can barely tell that I'm alive

[Sample: Local Natives]
All the men of faith and men of science had their questions
Could it ever be on earth as it is in heaven?
All the men of faith and men of science had their questions
Could it ever be on earth as it is in heaven?

[Outro]
I'm not a [?]
I'm not a [?]
I'm not a [?]
I'm not a [?]
Question, question, question, question...