Hypermobility

I'm so afraid of getting sick
That it's making me sick
No consolation from music anymore
Pavements crackle like snow
Under the pressure of the sky
I know you know
I'm worshipping my own smell
And I shouldn't
It's making me dizzy
Burn the Billboard, people are too happy

[Chorus]
Post-modern era relativism
Is hypermobility of joints
Gridlocks are on their way
I know you know
Or don't

Disaster of brain and morality
Sweaty, pecan-skinned, frustrated, impatient

Post-modern era relativism
Is hypermobility of joints
Gridlocks are on their way
I know you know
Or don't

Post-modern era relativism
Is hypermobility of joints
Gridlocks are on their way
I know you know
Or don't
Gridlocks are on their way
I know you know
Or don't

Give me patience and drunken sunsets at breakdown lane
I know you or don't and so forth
It's been said before
When did these pricks drop their balls?
So many points of view makes a chilly vacuum
I feel like ventriloquist with a peptic ulcer