Chris Sohre, Chad Quist, Michael Moore (musician), Michael Manring - No Comfort lyrics

Cold comfort from my philosophy
No faith in techno-science
Or that religious psychopathology

Back and forth forward then back
Not on a pendulum it's magnets suspended

Pushed and pulled
Spinning, spinning, spinning, jerking moods
Between hope and dread being and nothingness
No comfort from that which I know
This fading so dark from below
All the words in the world cannot show
This powerful force
Testing my will to go on and on

Bring it up and carry it away
I've got it now, you say so perfect and pure
Completely undeniable
Delicate euphoria so vulnerable

Ice sculptures in summer heat
Formless, and gone
Reflects the fate of the living
In the flesh of the dead

Back and forth slapped up and around
Against the walls north pole and down

Pushed and pulled no pendulum, no fulcrum
Flipping ‘round pole through pole
Spinning, spinning, spinning
Fleeting echoes of hope and dread
Being from nothing nothing to being
Being is but is it anything