I got this sickness chilling in me. Drives me like a Russian tank. Disruptive actions, burned obstructions. Walls desecrated. . I couldn't stop it 'cause I don't know.
This is out of hand, you see. No actions seem to regenerate. One man army battle cry. Well, in darkness now it's so clear. . The active surround you. Like rabid dogs, like stupid songs.
Rise up, it's getting late. No sleep, no medication. Movement is underway. Consumed by my own frustration. . My social coup de teat. To liberate the unconscious minds.