It's a mess but I've got integrity 
Cable Rat King swallowed up my misery 
I apologise for all the mess and I 
Tell them I'm at work and they nod [bad word] me 

It's a mess but I've got integrity 
Keep rewiring just to stay ahead of me 
I apologise when I break down and pull out my hair 
I'm just working in there 
I apologise when I break down and pull out my hair 
I'm just working in there 

And I feel like the world instead of me 
Ambient body and a soul that's never me 
Cloudy re-imaginings of past engagements 
Coalesced around a knot of light and strangeness 
Tidying it up takes away integrity 
Pulled apart the cable king 
Nothing was inside of him 

I apologise when I freak out and pull out my hair 
But there's nothing in there 
I apologise when I freak out and pull out my hair 
But there's nothing in there 
I apologise when I freak out 
But there's nothing in there 

It's a mess but I've got integrity 
Cable Rat King couldn't help but better me 
Little ones still form but it's ok 
Given time they slip and dissipate 

Work is slow but I close up finally 
Finding new ways to define new parts of me 
Cut across my forehead, tip me back and pull my hair 
And see what's in there 
Cut across my forehead, tip me back and pull my hair 
And see what's in there 
And see what's in there