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!