Persistant mystic faults my vision
It's like always this point of collision

It's raining in my cranium
My head feels like a stadium

Three pound of love
About to burst
Inside my three pound Universe

It's 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

It's 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 wave to break