Pop it proudly bottles are lost in a crowd
And Finally
Out of it
Have no pardons
The cyan pill was defining it

Shut the simulation
I'm over it put a block
On the copy and printed nation
Export it and post to shutter stock

It's like a xerox of mirrors
But we Hold no shares
No Reflection
Appearance

Distorted topology
Fear it
No gear interference
Still blackout

Numb to all
Speech

Hit the mute and watch it jabber on the script to pointless interviews on end
Lie to define what it means to pretend

I'll move the tiles and I'll tare out the fence

Swipe in time to blackout
A mac and a pack of vitamins
Act in peace
I'm not distant
I'm pissed
I'm just over non existent
It's like someone's uninvited me of my honest apology
Like I'm audited
Irony's what it's gotta be

Down my visions NAda
Never ending tunnel
Hope that blinking will reset the bite that's hard to swallow

Picked apart
Down the bottom
Never needed of them