Everything is happening, everywhere, every day The hours become seconds, as days bleed into nights Dissonance and clarity, they make up this mind, they infest like parasites As they bite, they take what good was left inside And for dogma we divide To our idols we confide If the end is really getting here, then please, end the strife Wired to the MegaSphere, pulling me in all places Fractured and never here, judgement clouded by the dissociation Searching for peace of mind in ruination Fuck This information it's overloading Flooding and drowning Unrest, I'm absorbing Static, distorting All this information is overloading We are drowning, and you just realized it's flooding Growing numb to unrest I'm absorbing Just like static, what I know is distorting Machine, morbid yet perfect, the insisted mistake Hope, juxtaposed, as it lingers next to an abysmal trait