In case you don’t know, I recently released an album (of actual songs) named Odes to My Triceratops, Vol. 1, based on the nowhere-town adventures of amateur songwriter William Griffin, his blind love interest Claire Javernick, and his best friend the sentient triceratops Lorenzo (no last name), back when they were 12-14 years old. You can download that album here.

I’m slowly “remastering” the songs belonging to the second album in order to release it, but I came up with another song for the third volume. It’s titled “Synaptic Flies.”

Lyrics below:

My thoughts are a buzz of flies
Fluttering around, shitting everywhere.
When I’m awake, I’m in hell.
When I’m asleep, I’m in hell.

I’m not afraid to die;
I’m afraid of failing,
Of not accomplishing anything.
I’m afraid of succeeding,
And feeling alone in the crowd.
I’m afraid of losing myself,
Of not finding a place in this world,
Of giving my heart to another person
Who’ll stick a knife through it.

The air is wet and heavy,
The grass and weeds are long.
If the sun had a face, I bet it’d frown.
There’s no escape from this sad, sad town.

I’m just wandering around
With flies in my head,
And I’m tired, so damn tired,
Of this meaningless game.