I'm falling backwards down a slippery slope

I just can't cope

With the world as it appears to me

It's driving me to misanthropy

Abandon all hope ye who enter we've drifted from the cosmic center

Living on the fringes

Trying to secure the hinges

Sifting through a scripture if science fiction

Trying to fill the hole, where god is missing

Falling through reality

Subsisting on false memories

Sometime it feels like a disease

That only believe in what I read

The zeitgeist incites conspiracy

The ghost inside of the machine unseen

Howling at the phases of the moon

The door is unlocked but I haven't left the room

Falling through reality

Subsisting on false memories

Sometime it feels like a disease

That only believe in what I see

Inspiration countered by steady procrastination

Left to my own devices planned obsolescence

Inspiration countered by steady procrastination

Left to my own devices planned obsolescence

Inspiration countered by steady procrastination

Left to my own devices planned obsolescence

Inspiration countered by steady procrastination

Left to my own devices planned obsolescence

Falling through reality

Subsisting on false memories

Sometime it feels like a disease

That only believe in what I see

Steady supplies of serotonin

Phoned in to my modem

Self-improvement, Onanism

What we do when we're alone

Ergonomic grip, analog stick

Bluetooth connected to a wireless dick

Turning digital tricks for a chemical fix