These lyrics were concieved yesterday while on cold and flu medication. It's important to note that this is NOT the work of Nelson. The Feathery Squid Hello there, I am the Feathery Squid, floating amid, Minsets and personas I've been here a long time Dragging my politicals Whispering behind me Saying, 'liars liars...liars' 'Hey there boy' the eyebrow said 'I can make things better for you in your head' I thought to myself for a moment, and conluded my envision 'It's looks like your hiding something sir, you're remeniscent of the dead' Don't listen to structure Don't listen to the spoons that feed Just listen to yourself And you shall be freed The greatest perfection, is imperfection PS: I refuse to let Tom's thread die.