Speaking in tongues with alphabet soup  Procedural shows in the mid-afternoon  Does everyone know what they came here to do  But me, oh no not me  The book that shines underneath my sheets  Is all I need   Walking the dog, searching for signs  I must have been born with an ingrowing mind  The light of the fair shivers and slides  All over suburban homes  Strangers sharing the world alone  What plan, what goal    Well, it's my fault that you don't listen  Trade me in for a new condition  I'm alright, it's the world that's spinning  Left alone, all things will sicken    If I could unlearn all that I know  I'd see my life reversed  Watch the blessings grow from curses  Why should I change  To suit a pointless world    It's my fault that you don't listen  Trade me in for a new condition  Let me draw my own confusions  Knowledge leads to self-delusion    Swept awake by the frigid morning  Caught by the bus as the day is yawning  Crawl to work and die at my desk  Least they'll say I didn't die in bed