the city makes so much noise when you record it the streets have secret voices if they don't shut up your head will get dirty so you block out the hum desensitized, it's not healthy but the city's like a miniture body with miniture versions of our universal problems if i can make dorm rooms and stadiums silent my record, when played, will make the whole world more quiet my ears are wringing things hid in me i want to keep my tissues eye lashes and intestines clean by i can't think open for business! infected! every particle pulled in a separate direction i've got to find a way to keep the voices outside only one holy hunger will i obey or recognize this body's mine as it's owner i seal it let's find out just what this piece of sh** is capable of feeling food is disgusting; it's what they make sh** from you're vomiting backwards your pores give you cancer i want to make a record instead of taking d** but with the phone off this room is more quiet than it was i'm so out of breath, ungraceful i'm always running now can't stop chasing there's something inside me that doesn't exist yet i'll need to be aerodynamic to catch it i can't get comfortable in this mess less turn an eye to my blind influence, arrested weighted down by the bullsh** my black hole's collected s** it all in: distracted! conflicted! pathetic! but i will make myself into the shape of a weapon i will burn off the fat until i'm all sharp edges convey my main content no nonsense, no questions, no excess i very much prefer an early exit a sensible rebellion the least embarra**ing i'm not flailing my fists i'm not coming apart and when my body stops moving i won't be shocked i'll know exactly the cause and just who's at fault