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persistent 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 pounds of gray about to burst
inside my three pound universe
it's raining in my cranium
my head feels like a stadium

symbols i've been givin' to express my goal
always come up short
you know they just don't get that low

it's raining inside 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 devastation
cleaner than light, meaner than a laser fight in the knight 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