Melodramatic icons, fanatics, and pawned objects
Hellspawn rabid and vapid as blonde concepts
Complex, adderall, battering all, bomb sets
Alone in Babylonia, sketching relics on walls, obsessed
Match lit, wreck it like Ralph on a bad day
Half wits on loan from the sharks with a handshake
Abomination combinator Murphin' the stands break
Face plant erasing like Algernon landscapes
Apocalypse dawning, better brew up some fresh java
Pay per view viewing of infinite live drama
Nagasaki sonnet, vomit maximum, pause... Comma
Titans inciting riots, violently piloting mech armor
Half asleep drifting, she's chasing the hare tunneling
Diagnostics running, she's tripping the rift, stumbling
Fleeting out of focus, she's speaking in tongues, mumbling
Something bout how they're cloning the young, she says " They're coming in"
Blackout, credits roll, key staff listed in
Alphabetical order, the disorder of the vision lives
Deep in the subconscious of elite committees listening
Binge reading Bullfinch on the edges of oblivion
Strange days...
The chemist said her bodies been tucked away in a hospital
The colossus at the gates awakens, taking the place of the first obstacle
Eldritch doppelgänger gods taking the shape of the impossible
Shock'll melt sockets of those who unfortunately lay opticals
Twelve apostles with the lights out, Teleprompter holding a Christ hostage
Selling crosses for silver at night, negotiating the likeness rights of em
Infomercial reversal, do you feel like judas and lost often?
Anesthetics ivy the fluids with neurally crossed toxins
Anthrax in yr applejacks, arsenic with yr Ritalin
Calm as coma cataracts, in a vacuum sealed freshness ring
Chain smoking Cadillacs, Valium is kicking in
Binge reading Lovecraft on the edges of oblivion
Somebody loosen the noose, constrictions k**ing me
Brand name component cables, thriller on the silver screen
Take a pill to fill the void maybe then you'll get to sleep
Building temples out of mental images in the name of Eldritch elder beasts
Cat party playing, operation Snooperfacts
Staring back at the computer as my concentration's losing grasp
Panopticon of monitors, clockworked as the music blasts
Conditioning subconsciously, it's Coma through the cathode gla**