Good Morning, Universe

I can feel their branches like fingers
 Flashing nimble signs of silent criticism
 Dryly criticizing my entire inner workings, wet and dirty
 Earthworms and insects
 On missions of reconnaisance are welcome inhabitants
 And every now and then I feel one exit
 How many go unnoticed? How many interspecies languages have they decoded?
 These trees are all so old, I really don't know why they're interested
 Why they talk the loudest when they know that I'll be listening
 I've tried to decipher the shouting of the rivers, and the valleys, and the mountains
 Figure out what it's about
 And all I've got is birds chirping, red Sharpie circles 'round my words
 So they're converting all my thoughts to wordless noise
 So I finally decided I would help them
 If this is their intention, I could be the finest ally to the cause
 The covert reports can all be called off
 You wanna broadcast my thoughts? Let's get them straight from the source
 I can stand on street corners, draw diagrams of strangers
 Hand out pages from my diary, with footnotes and annotations
 So that passerby can identify the remains of my life
 (Don't even bother, it's all a bunch of fuckin' lies!)
 The trees no longer need to keep a live feed on my heart beat
 I'll talk to anything with ears until I've bled out all my secrets
 I'm begging, please, at least let me keep my body
 It's not stopping sun setting, clock ticking, rock spinning
 The ozone won't stop whispering
 The xylophone bones
 In my ribs are shown explicitly
 I keep my lips sealed, but somehow
 It's amounting and accounted independent of my mouth
 My spine wants out
 It's ironic, I think my own body is making fun of me
 Mocking the absense of a skeleton in this rubbish heap
 You want a beef? Fine
 This game was made for two to play
 We can give or take 'til my balls break, my dome leaks, my brain fails
 I can run on empty, then when my skull decompresses
 And it's contents on the table
 Maybe they'll be plainly legible
 I'll be ready to sleep
 You can feed me intraveinously
 Some pairin' of paramedics will poke their heads down here eventually
 Until then, forget it
 I'm sick of feeling parasitic in my own temple
 Not knowin' my reflection
 Too much wasted effort on a vessel that betrays me every chance that it gets
 I can feel their branches like fingers
 Poking, prying, pushing pins and needles underneath my skin
 My battered nervous system tangled
 A voodoo doll made out of chewing gum and chicken innards
 Stuffed with bets for approximation of a human being
 I can feel them laughing when I make decisions
 Mimicking the actions I had taken
 In my sleep when I've dreamed of realistic situations
 I am merely nature's plaything
 Pointing at the sun and trying to pull back on the string
 I'm just a million wet cells, each completely senseless
 A million turning worlds brillst effecting for the necklace
 Atoms scattered to the wind, My skin turns to sand
 Magnifications of my brain shape the terrain of this land
 Of this prison, I'm not concerned with learning how to live in this position
 Powerless, buried at the bottom of the hourglass
 Powerless, buried at the bottom of the hourglass
 Buried at the bottom of the hourglass
 Buried