feeling dissociative?

every once in a while, i pick up a random, unrecognizable cd from the library, on the basis only of how interesting it seems to me at the time.
generally, the results are underwhelming. independent music is, by and large, either extraordinary or bland, but seldom anything in between.
yesterday's curio du jour was the dissociatives.
and, while the music is, itself, lacklustre, the lyrics are compelling enough that i felt i should share a little here. this passage in particular, while seeming nonsense, resonates with me for some reason i don't quite understand, and i hope it doesn't mean i'm simply crazy.

welcome to planet pod,
where insects sound like lasers
and men who wear abrasive hats,
with eyeballs judge like juries,
and skin that flakes like ancient paint,
suffocate contentment
birds creep over tin roofs
like criminals with tap shoes

stain the glass with windows,
extortionate and cold stare,
we're much preferred customers,
and honestly i don't care

you'll get a chance, another chance, one more sun

drape the concrete curtains, over empty spaces
age is just a number drawn on empty faces.

i don't know, i think it's the bit about the birds like criminals with tap shoes... such interesting imagery... but underneath, i get a glimpse, for a second, of a feeling that has no words, and recognizing it as one i share, feel, for a few seconds, like i might still belong, at least in part, to this fragile world.

thanks, dissociatives.