Feeling shell shocked. Barbed wire, I'm torn apart. Warheads dead ends, parties only we attend. The runaround, out of ground. Your goddamned sympathy wears me down.
What's this? Conscience with claws. The protest without the cause. Sweet truth drawing to the air. Run you over to get it here. . Lost in my own insides.
Another lamp with the bulb broken out. You can't see in here but I know how. I know glass is made of sand. But I see right through enough to understand.