We float through the motions Nibbling ambrosia Always the same Our antique devotions Gave us agnosia Now nothing remains Beyond the nest Prune the branches Break to build Divest from your nest It pays to be uncomfortable It's the only way to grow Or be a node in the owlgorithm Fluttering about Without a shred Of agency Take a chance and It might be worth it If you trust the process You don't deserve it Throw me a curve ball Fuck up my day Turns out we had it all backwards Our world's so small Let's live a little Turns out we had it all backwards I'm not lost I'll no longer Cut the crust Off my experience I'm not lost I'll no longer Cut the crust Off my Experiences There's a world in which we all believe the opposite Of the things that we hold true I'll no longer cut the crust off my experience