As I half slumber into self incarceration
On the walls of my asylum
Electric spiders do their craft
Under their silk,
I’m numb of all emotion
Can’t know the present,
Don’t recall the past

From a pane of fake glass
Blazes a light of acid blue
It corrodes my retinas
I can’t see the truth

Loudspeakers deliver
A cacophony of digital howls
Green faced, I quiver
Under the ***** of robotic sounds

Below the announcer of blistering news
Puncturing my ears
A distant, faint whisper I hear
My pupils dilate, blood rushes through
Is it true?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?