The boy's
Got a good sense of human
But his files
His files are corrupting
With a foreboding
Sense of ennui
The burden
Of boredom is distracting
It came
In a fever dream
It spoke
It sang and it screamed
With no warning
From outside the inside
Live the illusion
Or risk sleeping paralysed
One to rock
One to stock
One to swap
And one to block
To block the shock
And shock the block
To block the shock
And shock the block