A plastic bag of revelations.
Count my patience in grams.
Never "I am" just "was".
Now sleeping. Words are useless.
Brains are truthless and love to waste time,
making reasons for hormone shifts we call fate.
Our love and our hate are just inside-outside confusions.

And all that I am is a malleable happening,
and all that I have is this intricate web of beliefs...

So I wash myself in condemnation for not seeing through this,
and becoming trapped once again in this adrenal reasoning
that apparently controls my ability to filter out,
the useless complications in this violent sea... of passion.

(chorus)
Sewn in my head.
Reflexive blindness, intelligent fever.
Sewn in my head.

I've come to find that there's no meaning without this volatility,
and struggling to hold on is the one and only way to feel.

(chorus)

(break)


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Adrenological song meanings
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    General CommentIt's a fucking shame this band [or any of Eric Johanson's projects] isn't huge
    ThinkResponsiblyon March 08, 2009   Link
  • +1
    My InterpretationThis song is my favourite on the album. The word "Adrenological" didn't really strike a chord with me for a while but I realise that it refers to the kindeys; particularly the adrenal gland. This is of course where adrenaline is produced.

    In this self titled track, Cire speak about how humans are often trapped in adrenal reasoning and how we label these hormone (adrenaline) shifts as "fate". Anyway this is my brief interpretation of it but take from it what you want.
    ChazSRon May 20, 2012   Link

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