Undo process.
Kill me.
Reset.
Brain dead anomaly.
This vessel is not who I used be,
Reflecting a new disease.
Only hooks and needles staring back at me.
This is the world I see,
Pale and grey as the life all around me.
Eyes glazed and I carefully
Exact revenge, do you really want an enemy?
It's just too easy,
To observe you getting by discretely.
Lost count of hypocrisies
And Goddamned if that's really all that's left for me
Turn On. Tune In. Drop Dead.
Let me be
I just want to sleep,
So this programmed hate can erase me.
Atleast it's my belief,
You're now obsolete
Hope it's the last time.
F*cked up, struggling to leave behind.
This misanthrope
Runs through my mind endlessly.
Turn on. Tune in. Drop Dead.
The noise is deafening,
Dogmatic static speech.
I found a new way out of my head.
Drop dead.
Turn on. Tune in. Drop Dead.