Tangled in Discomfort Lyrics

Arbitrarily reincarnating happy recollections

While indifferently treading down a common, tame and dull conduit

Uninterestingly, mechanically moving

Through a passage so familiar and borderline monotonous

Entranced

In the sound of your own careless jubilation

Whistling a merry melody and taking in a moment

Unaware of the foot-destroying hazard up ahead

Inconsiderate

Until the agonizing contact

In a sudden twinkling of seconds

Did the ancient roots of maple trees

Impede upon the avenue

Intended specifically to place your step upon

In what can only be regarded as deliberate and calculated spite

Altogether pain is now engulfing

As it radiates away from your obliterated happiness

Becoming intravenous and constricting as a vine

This occurrence will forever be an instant that you came to be

Came to be so

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort

Now curled to the position of a fetus

Writhing miserably and cursing out your deity

Frantic fingers of your wavering appendages

Collide into a pile of wood, resting at your sides

Splinters

God damn, motherfucking splinters

Covering the palms of your hands

And your finger webbing

Utterly creating new obscenities to screech

Out into the otherwise unremarkable affair

Looking up into the heavens for assistance

Noticing a nest in the crevasse of the maple trunk

As the gooey and gelatinous tree sap

Creeps unto the surface of your skin

Comes and audible hum

Wasps

Swarming at the scent of the sweet, aromatic substance

Clinging to your flesh

Rising to your feet, you flee

As the pollen from the flowers

Of a nearby field enter deep inside your eyeballs

Causes you to be

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort

Oh, is there no justice in this

Seemingly hopeless endeavor

How can it be right for

Every square inch of available being

To be in a state of pain

Oh, I've become so acutely aware

Of the space in between my toes

And my hair follicles do revolt at

The uncomfortable feeling they are

Currently in

Finally make it through the woods

Covered up in welted puncture wounds

But no longer navigating through the wicked halls of nature

Coming up upon a door to a small house

Hoping for a path that

Could lead to a salvation

Only opening to beckon you to come inside

But in a tone that is hope annihilation

What could await just beyond the open door

What is menacing about this entire situation

Standing in a room

Surrounded by a mass of individuals

Disregarding all personal space

They hover, creepily, inches from your neck

And speak ever delicately, so you feel their humid breath

Topics only do pertain to the awkward

And with a twinge of a dry and sticky back throat

As they gradually encircle all around you

And brush by so that only your arm hairs entwine

Causes you to be

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort

Tangled in discomfort