Singing with slippery souls,
We aren’t here for the food, we aren’t here for the flashing lights,
We aren’t here for you,
Oh we are here for us,
So tell me so and bring us into the wild,
Bring us through, and through to the trees that are dieing,
Hit, hit hit and smack, with little whispers that make you think,
I begin to bleed,
And so don’t we all,
I’m not living for you,
I’m not living for us,
Step, front back front side side,
Slippery souls, and the places where we reside,
Drift of drifting fruit and song,
We aren’t here for the flashing lights,
We are here for us,
And you,
The quiet things we do,
Happening chairs in quiet rooms,
Sit with me,
And look and look, mirror,
And into my eyes,
Slippery souls and flashing lights,
Wild, we aren’t here for the food, we’re here for you and us.