Everything is happening, everywhere, every day
The hours become seconds, as days bleed into nights
Dissonance and clarity, they make up this mind, they infest like parasites
As they bite, they take what good was left inside
And for dogma we divide
To our idols we confide
If the end is really getting here, then please, end the strife
Wired to the MegaSphere, pulling me in all places
Fractured and never here, judgement clouded by the dissociation
Searching for peace of mind in ruination
Fuck
This information it's overloading
Flooding and drowning
Unrest, I'm absorbing
Static, distorting
All this information is overloading
We are drowning, and you just realized it's flooding
Growing numb to unrest I'm absorbing
Just like static, what I know is distorting
Machine, morbid yet perfect, the insisted mistake
Hope, juxtaposed, as it lingers next to an abysmal trait
