...but, something ain't right when I curl up infront of that big box and shut off on a Saturday night
Become transfixed by the screen lock
Kill of any mind in sight
Devoid of anything more than matter and all that matters is my wide eyes.
As I stirred round and stared down some lumps in the mucous soup
Ate crude til full up this chemical brew
Tough teeth as I chew through this spiralling sinew