My eye like a noisegate the number 8 frustrate and i roll to the floor fruit
To the fruit to the core of a spheroid embedded in my skull the round the
Zero the symbol of null and void and well i toyed with the concept of
Vitamin b-12 the synapse the synapse it feeds itself on a nutrient
Contained in sunlight the blink the lid the fight to snap open
Moving up to the double m 2000 i eat up a decade like a flan your turn of
The century turn it up turn it up clock seconds to the hour go and cash the
Millenium um um and it hums like a migraine to the brain in the time yet
Remaining but uh ah melancholy nonsense and i crack nouns brotherfuck
The verb tense
