Heightened State - High-Functioning Flesh

Slipping through these shallow days

Hide your face, disguise your gaze

Suit yourself to new deceit

Your borrowed lines are incomplete

Just a call sign, just a shadow

Adjust the lens, align your torso

From vacant streets, you watch them wate

Watch them stare, watch them race

Moveing under hallowed judgment

Remove the base, destroy the contents

Shards of mirror and shards of glass

Outer darkness, overcast

Coming into fallacy

You’re done, you rise up slowly

Wiping pain from tired eyes

No tears flow, you’re mesmerized

Lying flat staring at the ceiling

Watch your breath, slow your breathing

Note the time, records pale figures

Scratch your itch, regain your vigor

Dismanteling set diagrams

Setting forth a new program

Slipping through these shallow days

Hide your face, disguise your gaze

Losing meaning to assignment

Losing ground in a war climate

Losing sight to heightened states

Losing purpose to decided fate