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