Vision

Feeding on a static drip

Like a moth drawn to a flame,

Wasted, can’t control the trip,

The words all look the same

Its our division, brain cell collision

Won’t you strap me in the chair

And flip the switch

Its the correction, of our perception

Take the scalpel to my head make the incision

I've got the vision

Shakin, scared and paranoid

Information overload

Runnin’ through a mindless void

Its another episode

Its our division

Brain cell collision

Take the scalpel to my head make the incision

Its the correction

Of our perception

Won’t you strap me in the chair

And flip the switch

Its our division, brain cell collision

Won’t you strap me in the chair

And flip the switch

Its the correction, of our perception

Take the scalpel to my head make the incision

Its our division, brain cell collision

Won’t you strap me in the chair

And flip the switch

Its the correction, of our perception

Take the scalpel to my head make the incision

I've got the vision