Raving and drooling I fell on his neck with a scream He had a whole lotta Terminal shock in his eyes That's what you get For pretending the rest are not real Babbling and snapping At far away flies He will zig zag his way back

Through memories of boredom and pain How does it feel To be empty and angry and spaced? Split up the middle Between the illusion of safety in numbers And the fist in your face.