I'm trying not to have a thought but not having much luck I can’t shake ‘em They keep catching up They seem to me suspiciously peripheral I'm a sucker for a reliable surprise Must be why I'm always changing my mind The first scent of blood and out come the wolves
I'm talking over myself again Attack regrets with eagle’s talons Impress your new friends with your hidden talents There is no I in Algernon and I am trying not to have a goddam thought
I'm talking over myself again I know I'm lost and I know it’s always in the last place I'm talking over myself again I'm trying not to get caught in the backwash Of an artificial world constructed by bloodsucking motherfuckers In an anti-social coliseum Pretensions and expectations imposed to manifest a status quo
I don’t need a kaleidoscope to see the patterns of toxicity We are radiators hissing in unison Fever pitch is our new national anthem
