Bobbing up and down to the snared static hit
Building up the tension with dramatic rifts
Volume swelling while the music hits the crux
Crying out with fury as the tears level out
Nothing to gain from floodgates opening the door
Yet here you are lying and begging for more
What will be said after the mind breaks free
of ill effects and drugs, of pressured humanity
Standing on your own again with hazed over vision
Looking around new eyed and worn away passion
nothing to be said of that which once gave pleasure
stare at your hands again, what next will they master?