Pitchblende Visceral Plane
walking backwards into here, struck a nerve stalled motor standing still, not a word can't pull the trigger, impulse, can't spit it out i'm inclined to say the least; tried, untied, won't be released peripheral visions, all things to come all on your accord, scrawled onto the blackboard it's not a crime to feel resigned, it's all by design right inside is sight unseen; truth, lies, somewhere in between system doesn't work, never has never will system doesn't work, never has never will system doesn't work, never has never will system doesn't work, never has never will