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ineptune eyes-p - object cleaner dilemma كلمات الأغنية

lyrics:

everything must be divine
let me make furniture shine
nothing must be filthy in here
can chlorine make everything just disappear?

there’s something that i abhor
and it is being outdoors
maybe i will sound whiny
but everything there’s grimy

something i can’t understand
how can you touch dirt with your hand?
please do me the biggest favor
and don’t bother me in my labor

i must completely clean everything
that’s around here
if i don’t agree, the anxiеty
will kick inside me!

i must find the еternal perfection
so these voices will shut up
you will not understand our intentions
we are to blame for your perception
every time, when i’m cleaning
i somehow become very clumsy
one time i fell downstairs with dirty
clothes because of a d_mn stumbling

i promise that while i clean up
i don’t see the things i am breaking
it’s a challenge to clean up
without messing around with all my things

oh! cleaning, sweeping all the day
checking everything is in place
how can i disinfect stains
lying in and out my brain?

scrubbing, washing all along
waiting for your call in the phone
how long will it take before
i can feel secure out my door?

all of my side thoughts
are alert to what’s there and what’s in here
every single thing
we must play in
here we are to make her feel itchy
every single day
the shape of the street seems more distorted
needs to be sorted
all’s contorted
do not make me go out there!

while the floor only can shine
the mop has just been soiled twice
did they both agree on this?
i can’t believe such a thing

a stain appeared on the floor
which i cannot get rid off
i am running out of bleach
it’s causing me a mental breach

my limbs were as clean as a lovely
little flower
until time sadly tore them off and
stained them, so sour!

i must find the eternal perfection
so these voices will shut up
you will not understand our intentions
we are to blame for your perception
tons of products and this silly stain
will not come out from the d_mn floor
sweeping, washing, breathing, scratching
dealing with something i can’t ignore

i feel as i will soon suffer
from severe hyperventilation
scratching and scratching again
i leave my hands without their protection

thoughts that pile up because of this
are filling me with adrenaline
as time goes by my body starts
running out of all serotonin

nausea and tachycardia
are beginning to manifest
at some point i will start fainting
i feel too much pressure in my chest

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, again
let me count until this ends
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, again
please don’t forget the order
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, again
let me count until this ends
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, again
please don’t forget the order

agonic feeling
gloomy light pole grieving
a joke without fun
that i had to stand hard

torn clothes and steam cloud
hand covering a shout
i can’t hold it anymore
i keep stuck in the yore

it took my humanity
every single piece of me
all that i can do is cry
and try to bleach my mind
it took away my faith, my brain
my will, purity, my decency!

cut all ties and go alone
forced to tie feelings in your tongue
fetal pose next to the phone
i’d be happy to hear the tone!

the tulip that i have grown
ignored me and now it is gone
keep me vacuuming the floor
take away all my anxious thoughts

for stains that will not come out
cover them and don’t worry about
do not disinfect your sores
they will only hurt you more

my reflection has been broke
and i know this is all my fault
no matter how i dust
i’ll always evoke disgust

its eyes in my nightmares are
reminding how torn apart i am
the membrane it has tore
welcomed all of my coercions

all of my side thoughts
are b_tching ’bout what’s there and what’s in here
fulfill my needings
please do everything
and you will forever be clean

as the other days
the shape of the street stills too distorted
can it be sorted?
will that still there!?
i’m just something to forget, so!

cleaning, sweeping ’till i flame
suffering inside of this cage
i cannot clean all my stains
lying and k!lling my brain!

scrubbing, washing all alone
cleaning almost next to the phone
how long will it take before
i can feel secure out my door!?

- ineptune eyes p

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