The Strand – Shake Me lyrics

This is what I want
I don't want this
I'm in this little box I made
I like to fill it with celophane
Why don't you shake me?
Taught to give answers back
To breathe nothing emotionally
Conversations within my brain
Separate me morally

Shake me!
I have nothing half of which is all for you

Collide inside this biased bantam strand
You tried the trapdoor to find mainland
Pray so my portion becomes plum
Free from the one on one shun, no!
Please don't tell my god to be something real
Having issues frees me from treason

Pay the world to be passersby
Prolong the sharp sting with forty-five

Embrace ten billion drilling thru cardboard shells
Embrace ideas which you reveared with backs to you

It's high tide for killing the tracks and tension upon submition

Rent them plaques before you rent them styrafoam bones
Let them practice war before the boxes go boom

Within you
Go go!
Within me
Go go!