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.