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 upon its return 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!