I'm trying not to have a thought but not having much luck
I can’t shake ‘em
They keep catching up
They seem to me suspiciously peripheral
I'm a sucker for a reliable surprise
Must be why I'm always changing my mind
The first scent of blood and out come the wolves

I'm talking over myself again
Attack regrets with eagle’s talons
Impress your new friends with your hidden talents
There is no I in Algernon and I am trying not to have a goddam thought

I'm talking over myself again
I know I'm lost and I know it’s always in the last place
I'm talking over myself again
I'm trying not to get caught in the backwash
Of an artificial world constructed by bloodsucking motherfuckers
In an anti-social coliseum
Pretensions and expectations imposed to manifest a status quo

I don’t need a kaleidoscope to see the patterns of toxicity
We are radiators hissing in unison
Fever pitch is our new national anthem