Can't turn it off
Can't make it stop
Can't staunch the flow
The buzzing
Open to everything
Over-exposure
Land of confusion
Nothing to express
Nothing to express it with
Still this inexplicable need to express
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
Stare at the ceiling
Terrorised by consciousness
The happiness industry
With its bland panaceas
Has done nothing for me