melancholy mechanics

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

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 waaaaaave to break.