Seized by a conveyer line of thoughts
We live in a stimulus factory
I'm losing my home in schizotopia
Two worlds distract my mind
No matter
The Messenger always brings bad news
The Passengers are not easily amused
Digital relations - we better hold our hands
Defiled icons - screen me till I mend
No matter
Directions change, my senses scatter
Inceptions waged, perceptions caged
Incoming thoughts, nothing's matter
Nervous digits, stiffened mind
No matter
I fold you file you fold I file