Big Brother they aren't monitoring your thoughts
They're distracting you so you can't think at all
Walk around pretend you're having a ball

In Mandy's head silence grows louder
There's too many distractions around her

Part of a generation with media saturation
A drought of originality
Has become our sad reality
Part of a generation bored with medication

Have you ever committed the biggest sin and wished away time.

I'm (feeling) happy therefore I cannot create.
This is the best I can do right now.

By my own contrivance (or not)
Cloaked in some distant shroud obscure
There was a little fire (I thought)
Floating, phantom angler's lure
Will-o'-the-wisp on brittle ice
Beguiling in its sinuous prance
Waiting for lost souls to entice
With symphonies of fervent dance
With final breaths it doth abscond
An elemental Charon, gone
To the bottom of its frozen pond
And endless sleep without a yawn
Breathlessness of ebullient flight
Effervescent, long out of sight