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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