Panic

I've been listening to Of Montreal's Satanic Panic in the Attic incessantly the past week or so.
It suits my mood, yet at the same time it makes me want to chew on glass. Odd.
(Added later, lyric excerpts from ...Erik Eckles and Your Magic is Working and Eros' Entropic Tundra)

And if you want me to
I'll help it's all the same to me
just tell me if you want me to

I'm not upset just confused and it's so tough
I can't relate to this world I'm not bored enough
Watch out the music will complete the change in you

How you've really changed me
from a guy thought too cynical for love
Suddenly I feel as light as a butterfly
and wanting to give love another try
Everything is beautiful and you are the reason

Without love life has no great reward
leaving us damaged or feeling so bored
Devoid of memories nothing to record
Wishing the ones that we adore loved us more