I've got a dial tone in my head. I can't remember what you just said. sensation of separation my brain's waiting to be fed.
What keeps this sack of flesh from becoming a mindless mess. I'm sleep walkin' with my eyes wide
open my bodies made of lead.
Traffic moves down the road calamity stricken toad. The lights are green as my eyes have seen but my brain's tellin' me they're red.
Down,down,down so slow down my eyes stare staight ahead. Going through the motions with no emotion.
I've got a dial tone in my head. I can't remember what you just said. sensation of separation my brain's waiting to be fed.
Here comes the sun again. Give me a fucking break. The days are long and I'm so far gone maybe I'm not awake yet.
Beyond any zone, tintinabulary tone, head explodes doors slam closed nothing is getting in.
Reality present ahead, holding on by a single thread. The thread is severed I drop forever. Nothing is in my head
