I wonder if fear even really goes away,
or if they just lose their power over us.

In some parts of the ancient world,
the hawk symbolizes the sun.
So if i always have a picture of a hawk on me,
i will always have the sun on me,
so i wouldn't be afraid of the dark.

I was afraid of the dark,
now it reminds me of the fear I've overcame.

Listen to the machines meditate.
Touch their buttons and turn them on.

Plug into the charged thoughts
of your radio
statically in between stations,
or the electric fan
buzzing its soothing breeze,
humming vibrantly against your brain
like a relaxing massage from an absent soul.

Movements of the world outside masked
in a mechanical bubble of unnatural dreams.

Smoke your frozen
blue eyes away
Place all your
days in a daze

Take a shot
Take a hit
Take some E

When you fail
Don’t blame me

Hide from yourself
Hide from your kids
Hide from all three

Take a hit
Can’t forget
Can’t break free