The Buzzing

Can’t turn it off
Can’t make it stop
Can’t staunch the flow
The buzzing
The buzzing
Open to everything
Over-exposure
Land of confusion
The buzzing
The buzzing
Nothing to express
Nothing to express it with
Still this inexplicable need to express
The buzzing
This phantom chatterbox
Does it ever stop?
Does everything start
With destruction?
When will you learn that the medicine doesn’t work
Don’t want to be lost in the system
Forgotten, forgotten, forgotten…
Stare at the ceiling
Terrorized by consciousness
The buzzing
The buzzing
The happiness industry
With its bland panaceas
Has done nothing for me
The buzzing
The buzzing