John Nash and the Flipper

function it will not
slate barters a process stagnant and weary

shut my eyes dont look
shove your face upon the wall
hey you the falsetto
start praying for daylight
punch every wall this is knowing the will to die

i used to open my eyes before i experienced it concentrate
i always saw in the corner of the room a small apparatus looking to kill me
i closed my optics and saw the overwhelming presence haunting screaming the vision
relief in capsule form
i awoke and swallowed a thousand pills per second
this is knowing the will to die

i knew you would come happy youre here now stay
i want you to know
incomplete is a common form
incomplete is out eyes wide open wit no idea of a [bad word] soul
theres no coming home i swear, its right here...

when pistons collapse its not supposed to work
early morning, i want you to know
contract to fiction, vision, i see your face

feel sensation but theres nobody there
call out i know you are here

illusion of life has crossed the boundary
i stand on the edge

i can figure it out there is way i find solutions
when pistons collapse its not supposed to work