Persistant mist that faults my vision
Phsyco-exist point of collision
It's raining in my cranium
My head feels like a stadium
3 pound of grey
About to burst
Inside my 3 pound
Universe
It's raining in my cranium
My head feels like a stadium
These are the melancholy mechanics of my mind [x2]
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
Quick release chemicals strike with incomprehensible precision
Biorganic electronics targeting microscopic destinations of devistation
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 bustation, frustration,
Alone in the constellation of alienation detached from empty conversation
I wait
I wait
For the waaaaaave to break.
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