All around us and in between. Politics like cancer. Information in extremes. Never find the answers. . Events unfolded. Set the stage. We know they have us.
Turn on the light, dismiss that sound. What can it be when there's no one around. I am the thought that twists in your head. Rages and burns, keeps you from rest.
Down the 9th street station on a Saturday. Recent considerations sent the world astray. And I can't shake this feeling off. I heard they're selling souls at cost.