we'll kick younand your devotion to sloth wondernin caveman stylenyou are only crawling fasternyour eyes indent your oblong headncanonized in REM rhythmnnyou're not standing upright yetnnsitting guilty in the spiritnof a passive sinnernoh looknyour headnit's like a hospital hosting hypochondriacsnyou got yourself uptightnare there anymorenfacts or fiction fit for further alliterationnyou seem so safely spoon0fednand we can't operate onnobliviousnnwe're not partners innor paramedics fornnthis whole world's going to make you a part of itnthis whole world is going to leave you outncall someone to alleviate the sensesnnever letnever let your body feelnhow your mind could leave itnnyou can see it in our facesnfor we have travelled farnyour mind is a long dividena simple fraction of our timendeduct your logicnwe'll lock upnor maybe just unlatch itnand throw yourself offnif you were meant for the wealth of applausenwould a first floor window have a locknnthere are no bleachers by bedsidesnpeople build people in their (your) heads