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
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