Wet and heavy, thick knitted black blankets,
Stacked and pressing down on me,
I can hear the sound of your routine, piercing me,
Like endless feedback when your trying to sleep,
It's always the unhappy ones that can be so convincing,
Break neck speeds, fast food for fast people,
A hole in the stomach, like a paranoid peep hole
Do you like the glacial stream? or a streaming movie?
No lags please, no lags please,
Power lines and waves,
Crashing sound waves into hearing,
Like I said before, this media is searing,
And begging, with bags under the eyes,
Still streaming,
It's always the unhappy ones that can be so convincing,
I am not listening,
Phone lines and signals,
Signal into the next lane,
I am driving and burning, driving and burning,
Thank goodness for the wet and heavy,
Thick knitted black blankets,
Stacked and pressing down on me.