two forces                            
  
                                          
                                          
   so there are two forces of nature to   
  speak of: one is some kind of disgust,  
     if i think allright, there's cats    
    outside who wants to come inside,     
 that's cool, but what if they were rats? 
                                          
  and suddenly it's gross, and the rats   
    are unavoidable, and everything is    
    dirty and oily and intrusive, it's    
 dark, gloomy and filthy and purposeless, 
                                          
    and in a way everything is just big   
  joke, there's no end in sight, it just  
  goes on forever and we've always been   
    here and the grime is everywhere.     
                                          
                                          
    the other force is this belonging,    
     connecting, finding a fox in the     
   supposedly closed down mystery zones,  
                                          
   and the feeling is that everything is  
  not a joke but a plot, a conspiracy in  
    your favour, and we're gonna live     
     forever, we've always been here,     
  everything fits together, nothing's a   
   problem, everything's ok and forgiven  
   and exactly as it's supposed to be.