stare affixed to the grey concrete
the sound of insects swarming when you speak
thought burns out in your stunted frontal lobe
and what you see on the wall is all that you know
sterile minds speak sterile thoughts
and those of the herd fold into the flock
hysteria ablaze in your lizard brain
inversion of logic, a fever dream
my restraint bows and breaks
for addicts of panic and strangers to pain
my restraint bows and breaks
for vacant minds that can't relate
my restraint bows and breaks
my restraint bows and