Animal - Osker

Tension’s up like fists in a fight

You should’ve called me

It would’ve meant something

This is my mind on your recorder;

this is my soul that, that you’re hearing

I used to have my own songs

If I don’t mind, then this problem remains my own

When thinkin outloud just makes you turn away

Your silence is crushing

All I want, Animal!

Damn, your friends were wrong

With all of the things you know, with what little grace you show

Just «send a list of instructions to the factory and when it returns we’ll

embrace it…

Only if it’s gold, only if it’s gold»

It’s sickening in stereo

If I dont mind, then this probem remains my own

When holding things down, just makes you turn away

The silence is crushing

All I want, Animal!