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