Head Shears - March

Something’s burning

In the mainframe

All set evacuate

Let’s leave this place

Leave it all behind

Creeping around and camouflaged

Another sabotage

Everything is turning inside out

It is too damn late

To turn this shit around

Distraction, satisfaction

Hyper social interactions

A reckless never-ending case

A chemical perfection

Dissolving chain reactions

My head shears cutting

Through the maze

Deep down in the basement

Shattered, smashed

On the pavement

Knocking on your door when you’re asleep

All of it is left alone

Go try it on your own

With highs and lows and

Unexpected turns

Will you start a fire or will you burn

No diagnose, no mind control

No medicine, no mind control