The Middle

All the eyes are dead and I am tired

Why can’t we invest in something greater?

The mortitioner's in a trance state

The state buys out the policymakers

The media’s sold you the transvestites

The CDC made you believe the plague’s are out to get you

Just like the exorcist, it all exists in our heads

The Earth is flaring red

The children are drinking lead

Plastics in our bread

The flowers withered long ago

It all seems so grey and shallow

Swimming through blood of cavalries

All the animals are dead

The fish in this town are too comfortable

I’ve had to leave them all on read

I’ve sought all the answers

My brain has shot off the fireworks

The light bulb's been flashing all around me

Making me go fucking crazy

The ceilings getting closer to my head

The aliens are shaking all their heads in disapproval

Discontent with our living arrangements

Degenerates flood the streets of the mighty tower

Battling poison in our hearts

Burn til the soul’s on fire

Dark clouds begin to hover

Holding all the doors

We lost our homes from critical blows

Holding space

We’re scoping out new lands

The space ship is landing

Here, we’ve found Earth

Our ancestors are shrinking in their graves

Technology zapping/frying brains

It won’t be long now

my eyes

eye sight

The IRIS can’t retain her inner power

There’s nothing I haven’t seen

I fell down the hole

To the bottom of pupil’s null

Whatever that means