Blisterpack Blues Songtext

von Magazine

The blisterpack insists it's yesterday
And it's to be consumed with anxiety
Then today different kinds of infinity
They're up on trial, there's too much variety

In my right mind
In the mind of the moment
Now let's try to get this straight
Straight down the middle
Stuff just keeps happening
Because of what happened before

When I was searching for myself
(In all the wrong places)
I was searching in all the wrong places
And I found nothing there

What about my property?
Back then I understand it was beautifully appointed
Then everything got dizzy and disjointed
Stuff just keeps happening
Because of what happened before

My selves, my cells
Bog-standard and inorganic
And stuck in the leftover light
Stuck in the leftover panic

When I was searching for myself
(In all the wrong places)
I was searching in all the wrong places
And I found nothing there