Persistent mist that faults my vision Psycho-exist point of collision It’s raining in my cranium My head feels like a stadium
Three pound of gray about to burst Inside my three pound universe It’s raining in my cranium My head feels like a stadium
These are the melancholy mechanics of my mind These are the melancholy mechanics of my mind
Symbols I’ve been given to express my goal Always come up short, you know they just don’t get that low It’s raining in my cranium My head feels like a stadium
These are the melancholy mechanics of my mind These are the melancholy mechanics of my mind
These are the melancholy mechanics of my mind These are the melancholy mechanics of my mind
Quick release chemicals strike with incomprehensible precision Bio-organic electronics targeting microscopic destinations of devastation Cleaner than light, meaner than a laser fight in the night 2000 Billions of micro maniacs unknown to most As the uncontrollable soldiers of suffering succotash Instantaneous infiltration leaves me with a case of bus station frustration Alone in the constellation of alienation detached from empty conversation I wait I wait For the wave to break