I am strapped firmly to a chair.
Force fed chorus after chorus of every song I hate.
My feet are walking blocks, and the corner of every building starts to blur.
The city is humming a gentle chaotic tune.
I cannot stop at any store, because I will get lost in every isle.
My hands will find they’re way through every security tag and confident clerk.
I am strapped firmly to a chair.
The wings of all the butterflies are being ripped off by the sound of the sky opening up.
It’s colossal mouth breathes a breath of fabricated puffs of air.
It’s warm and poisonous.
I am strapped firmly to a chair.
Obsessed with the limits I need to infringe.
We are all drunk and scared.
Drowning in the gloom, grey and thick.
Kisses lathered in the sauce of filth.
I cannot move.
I cannot move.
I am strapped firmly to a chair.
