Dallas Drake

Virtual razor blade kill yourself with a man made failsafe troubleshoot it's time we peel away everyday it seems we bind ourselves locked in our chairs we fade into a landscape enclosed the machine it ingests our lives believe keyboard who's punching your buttons we entrust our minds and our pockets unto a box and guess who's listening the webs have been spun and we're all dancing in the silk waiting to be s*cked dry but I'll sing on for more exercise the possessed and at times I get so tired of hearing all the hype I wish I could feel the warmth of another body and to shed this shell of bitter sweet isolation to think I share this chair with so many eyes glued peel away