Further Explorations of the Somewhat Discredited Theories of Julian Jaynes as a Vehicle of Allegory; or, Doing the Best One Can to Rival the Pretentiousness, Obscurity and Vociferous Hyperbole of Post Rock’s Penchant for Unnecessarily Long Song Titles

Dumb counterfeit reasons help validate despair
Looks like you've got a system there
Pugnacity pulling thoughts from the thinnest air
Looks like you've got a system there

Noise drains out the stupid choices you won't repair
Looks like you've got a system there
Fading memories of pain that you could not bare

Ghosts live in the rabbit's heart and the trapper's snare
Looks like you've got a system there
Ghosts live in the muted thoughts that you never share
Looks like you've got a system there
Ghosts live in the muscle strain (of the smile you wear)