Water in Japanese - Confessions Lyrics

I over-analyze the insignificant
Maybe it was how the receipt crumbled in my hand
I search for god in the little things
Like how the sun hits me in the morning
It's been a couple hundred mornings since the aubade
And I'm still not feeling fine
I am a man with two fists
No, I am a boy with dirty sneakers on
I remember a dream I had
We were in a room with walls
The walls were slamming in on itself
And by the end of it all
We were stuck together as some fleshy pile
Our tendons and ventricles were mashed together
Like Siamese twins born from violence
And how we screamed when we tried to remove the other from each other

There was another dream I had where
I was on a mountain and the moon was full
It was lightly drizzling
I was calling out into a gorge to taunt it, I wanted to taunt god
For freedom and rebellion
The rain began to pick up and it was no longer about rebellion
It was about the unspeakable
It was about the immovable
It was about the unstoppable

And really it was to make sense of it all
And so I screamed
And I screamed
And I screamed