Persistant mist that faults my vision
Phsyco-exist point of collision
It's raining in my cranium
My head feels like a stadium
3 pound of grey
About to burst
Inside my 3 pound
Universe
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
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
For the wave to break
