Chains and walls trap his brain
Pressures from and from errors
They bound themselves in pain

A hard step up from dark terrors
of weighted wasteful winter nights

He's wired to not haste or fight
against solid norms and habit
In this sad stance he finds no light

Heavy his heart, it can't conceive
the good vibrations in the dull air
Stuck his mind, they can not believe

With his broken brain he does not care
As it descends harshly to shutdown