A disease would be too kind

Let's skip ordinary rhyme

Having disconnected your transmission beam

Many years ago today

In emasculating ways

Pretending situations open to compromise

What is in my

Lacking with thy

Makes me feel like

Frying out my

Indecision wears a sigh

Is it chemicals we like

Please confirm allignment

These cosmos contradict

When indeed you must have doubts

Static scratch and sniffs our cloud

Know you radiate so far beyond the stars

What is in my

Lacking with thy

Makes me feel like

Frying out my

What is in my

Lacking with thy

Makes me feel like

Frying out my

What is in my

Lacking with thy

Makes me feel like

Frying out my

What is in my

Lacking with thy

Makes me feel like

Frying out my

I am on your side

The only side I want