All these rooms are the same

faces like factory precision eager on the assembly line

whitewashed and anxious for another distraction

Brains hum like fluorescents

Ear drums straining for subtle symphonies strung through a malfunction system

but clarity remains locked inside a key hole perspective

Images stutter into collisions and what is time anyway?

Strung out for a shout and we weave new sickness into salvation

Caught your god gasping for the masks that slip when a sky swoons from exhaustion

Skeletal sequence and the wall steals another shadow

A crumbling facade wrought with gunpowder stenches

A hollow charade begging for reason

Accommodate the mazes left floundering inside ****** magistrates

Who would wake a giant when we can't even ignite the sun?

suits strut carrying heads full of holes

Cozy with wholesome vices and wives derived from cellulite

Some of us remain fringe stuck while negating proper liquidation

Accidentally existing while consuming the prerequisites for confusion