persistant mystic faults my vision

its like always this point of collision



its raining in my cranium

my head feels like a stadium



3 pound of love

about to burst

inside my 3 pound

universe



its raining in my cranium

my head feels like a stadium



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



its 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