#prodis

insomniac left suspended in the midday clamor what in the world is her destination waiting to be eyes gouged on an ever evolving road with signs to nowhere what kind of rules is she gonna try and break today

i'm getting sick of that sugar toxic half beat can't fight the rhythm like a thought pattern addict break it up, we're a half mirror conspiracy never broken, never there to begin

so get a taste of that happier anxiety 'cause better days don't wanna blow up inside of me can visions move to the patterns i've been hiding wide awake, vivid iris in the night

i must confess, no i must retrogress there's no aggression no progression that i can't help thinking about it's nonsense, no time for pop/sense and if you listen you can listen to the deeper end of the sound

insomniac left suspended in the midnight traffic what in the world is my destination waiting to be eyes gouged on a fantasy where i keep on running over i'm gonna go to hell and break every rule tonight

somebody take me out somebody break me down the rhythm’s calling, the sky is falling, there’s nothing left here to see

nobody knows a thing about morality act like an animal, think like a cannibal, no room for bad dreams

distracted pulling my neuro-toxic dead weight can't fight the city without another replay i'm already tearing it off, so tear it faster just get it over with, never there to begin

i'll get a taste of that slow moving anxiety 'cause better days aren’t gonna wait for me to feel a thing can visions move to the patterns i’ve been hiding vivid iris never seems to come out

somebody take me out somebody break me down the rhythm’s calling, the sky is falling, there’s nothing left here to see