Good Morning
Cex Lyrics

I feel their branches like fingers
The trees around me seem to be judging me.

Flashing nimble signs of silent criticism
These trees seem to be criticizing me with gestures and body language.

Dryly criticizing my entire inner workings, wet and dirty
The trees are judging every aspect of my personality, even the parts I'm not proud of.

Earthworms and insects
Small creatures that inhabit the ground around me.

On missions of reconnaissance are welcome inhabitants
These creatures are visitors that are allowed in and out of my space.

And every now and then I feel one exit
I occasionally feel a bug or worm crawl out of the soil around me.

How many go unnoticed? How many inter species languages have they decoded?
I wonder how many of these creatures I've missed and how much they understand about the world around them.

These trees are all so old, I really don't know why they're interested
The trees have been around for a long time and it's unclear why they would take an interest in me.

Why they talk the loudest when they know that I'll be listening
The trees seem to make noise and gestures specifically when I'm paying attention to them.

I've tried to decipher the shouting of the rivers, and the valleys, and the mountains
I've tried to understand the natural world around me in order to better understand the trees and their behavior.

Figure out what it's about
I'm trying to understand the context of the trees' behavior and gestures.

And all I've got is birds chirping, red Sharpie circles 'round my words
The only thing I'm sure of is the sound of birds and the fact that someone has been marking up my notes.

So their converting all my thoughts to wordless noise
The symbols and notes I'm making are being turned into meaningless gibberish by the trees or some other force.

So I finally decided I would help them
I've decided to work with the trees and be their ally.

If this is their intention, I could be the finest ally to the cause
I'm willing to work with the trees if it means understanding them better.

The covert reports can all be called off
The notes and symbols I've been making are unnecessary now that I'm willing to work with the trees.

You want to broadcast my thoughts? Let's get them straight from the source
If there's a message to be sent, I'd rather it come directly from me rather than my notes and symbols.

I can stand on street corners, draw diagrams of strangers
I'm willing to be more outgoing and public about my thoughts and observations.

Hand out pages from my diary, with footnotes and annotations
I'm willing to share my personal thoughts and details with whoever will listen.

So that passerby can identify the remains of my life
I want people to be able to understand what I was like after I'm gone.

(Don't even bother, it's all a bunch of fuckin' lies!)
My notes and symbols may not accurately represent me or my thoughts.

The trees no longer need to keep a live feed on my heart beat
The trees don't need to monitor my every move and thought anymore.

I'll talk to anything with ears until I've bled out all my secrets
I'm willing to talk to anyone or anything in order to get everything off my chest.

I'm begging, please, at least let me keep my body
I don't want to lose my physical self in my search for understanding.

It's not stopping sun setting, clock ticking, rock spinning
Even with this existential crisis, the world will keep turning and going on as usual.

The ozone won't stop whispering
Even the environment around me seems to be talking to me.

The xylophone bones
The bones in my body feel like they're playing a tune.

And my ribs are shown explicitly
I feel very exposed and vulnerable in my current state.

I keep my lips sealed, but somehow
I'm trying to keep quiet, but I can't help feeling like something is happening around me.

It's amounting and accounted independent of my mouth
Things seem to be happening whether or not I'm talking or doing anything about them.

My spine wants out
I feel trapped and powerless in my current physical state.

It's ironic, I think my own body is making fun of me
I'm seeing irony in the fact that my body is the thing making me feel powerless and trapped.

Mocking the absence of a skeleton in this rubbish heap
My physical form feels like nothing more than a collection of garbage.

You want a beef? Fine
If there's a problem, I'm willing to deal with it.

This game was made for two to play
Whatever the issue is, it takes more than one person (or entity) to solve it.

We can give or take 'til my balls break, my dome leaks, my brain fails
We can argue and debate for as long as it takes to find a solution.

I can run on empty, then when my skull decompresses
I'm willing to push myself to the brink of exhaustion to find a solution.

And it's contents on the table
I'll lay everything out in the open for discussion.

Maybe they'll be plainly legible
Hoping that my thoughts and opinions are clear and easy to understand.

I'll be ready to sleep
When this is all over, I'll be relieved and ready to rest.

You can feed me intravenously
If I'm too tired to eat, I'm willing to be fed through an IV.

Some pairin' of paramedics will poke their heads down here eventually
I'm asking for help from anyone who's willing to give it.

Until then, forget it
Until I get the help I need, I'm just going to keep feeling lost and hopeless.

I'm sick of feeling parasitic in my own temple
I feel like I'm an unwanted guest in my own body.

Not knowin' my reflection
I don't know who I am or what my purpose is in the grand scheme of things.

Too much wasted effort on a vessel that betrays me every chance that it gets
I've spent too much time and effort trying to figure out my physical form when it doesn't seem to want to cooperate.

Poking, prying, pushing pins and needles underneath my skin
I feel like the world is constantly poking and prodding me, trying to get me to react.

My battered nervous system tangled
I feel like my entire nervous system is scrambled and difficult to decipher.

A voodoo doll made out of chewing gum and chicken innards
I feel like my physical form is a cheap, insignificant creation instead of a true representation of myself.

Stuffed with bets for approximation of a human being
My physical form seems like a cheap imitation of a real human being.

I can feel them laughing when I make decisions
I feel like the world is laughing at me when I try to make important decisions.

Mimicking the actions I had taken
The world seems to be copying and making fun of my every move.

In my sleep when I've dreamed of realistic situations
Even my dreams feel like they're mocking and imitating me instead of being an escape.

I am merely nature's plaything
It feels like the natural world is toying with me and manipulating me.

Pointing at the sun and trying to pull back on the string
I feel like I'm making futile attempts to control things that are ultimately out of my hands.

I'm just a million wet cells, each completely senseless
I feel like I'm nothing more than a collection of meaningless cells with no true purpose.

A million turning worlds brillst effecting for the necklace
It feels like everything in the world is interconnected and influencing each other in ways that are difficult to understand.

Atoms scattered to the wind, My skin turns to sand
I feel like I'm falling apart and dissolving into nothingness.

Magnifications of my brain shape the terrain of this land
My thoughts and feelings seem to have a tangible effect on the world around me.

Of this prison, I'm not concerned with learning how to live in this position
I'm not interested in just accepting my current situation and living within its constraints.

Powerless, buried at the bottom of the hourglass
I feel completely powerless and insignificant in the grand scheme of time and the world.

Buried at the bottom of the hourglass
The sand represents time and I feel like I'm getting lost in it.

Buried
There's a sense of being trapped, overwhelmed and powerless in the way this word rings so persistently throughout the song.