Not a whole lot changes I'm too many heartbeats a minute my bed is sheet- twisted and I'm sleepless my brain is baffled boggled and battle-fatigued I'm my career I'm radio static I'm my income traffic the car I drive I'm panic and I need TV for my dreams seventh eleven seventh heaven I'm green I want I need convenience I am addicted and I'm six digits ambitions bloating I'm busy noisy infidelities to the dream I had of who I might turn out to one day be I'm caffeinated and incorporated cog in the wheel of the machinery naked aggressive nightly newsish and stress-related on the couch I'm home plate I'm crack cocaine and cholesterol I play hard ball I mean business and I've got a hard-on for hate what is a god and whose is this country when it's only city me and mine I see my life flash before me when I try to sleep I am product not a whole lot changes I can.