A dead glare.This very hard landscape.Everybody`s sitting around in cold,
metal rooms, waiting for that phone call.You only know me when my head is
full of talk, but then minutes after I leave you, my head is surely gone.
She hears me bliking.Leave the machine alone, they`re working overtime.
A brutal test patern.At the thought of a horrible cancer in my mind, she
sleeps.I wanna wash my brain.If it comes, don`t call 911.The power lines
is falling.He had nothing left to say.No guests, please.No people, please.
Don`t wanna go outside.I`ve got a feeling you don`t wanna know a Carbon 14
brain test.She dyed my pants.I tried to tell her.I think she understood.
I feel like blood combing my brain.