An Emotional Attachment to Inanimate Things Songtext
von Stacked Like Pancakes

I′ve got this vision precision mission impossible
And I make my rhythms unstoppable
Just like my father Descarte, I'm philosophical
I think, therefore I′m a little diabolical
Each word in sequence is systematically critical
I need to feelin' them physical
I'm like a ticking time bomb, I′m the only one that knows the code
That′s why I don't believe in miracles, oh no

Oh, can we feel things when we feel things can we
Oh, can we feel, can we feel, feel
Oh, Oh
Oh, can we feel things when we feel things can we


My OCD has gotten the best of me
And I need me-e-dication please
So that maybe, I can think a little less heavily
This hospital bed′s not hospitable
But it's better than being dead in my bed
These dark thoughts, they echo off the walls of my skull
And I can′t decide, or I can't define if I′m the red, or the bull
But I am free
Or so they tell me
I could run run run but I'm better off staring at the wall

Oh, can we feel things when we feel things can we
Oh, can we feel, can we feel, feel
Oh, Oh
Oh, can we feel things when we feel things can we

Sometimes I feel emotions like a puppet on strings
My thoughts are magnified by almost everything
Like my emotional attachment to inanimate things
I put my bird up to the sky and I sing
Fuck it


Oh na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Can we feel things when we feel things can we
Oh na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Can we feel it, can we feel it
Oh na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Can we feel things when we feel things can we
Oh na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Can we feel it, can we feel it

Oh na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na