Rapid fire guns shots in the brain,
electronic counter measures for the sane.
Tin foil helmet for the wifi,
the dope-age getting you high.
Nothing puts an end to this,
maybe this head against fist?
Strange how the afterglow,
cooks in the veins so slow.
It all starts so real, its manic.
Catatonic overflow then panic.
Your a light beams from the tower,
fifty nuke stations for your power.
I see your reflections in the airwaves.
Does your soul come to band aid saves.
Don’t let me twist it any more,
break a leg and hit the floor.
Catch me with you soft breath,
just let my mind once more rest.
(Minds on fire today, yet I don’t have the energy to move.)