Visceral Plane - Pitchblende

Walking backwards into here, struck a nerve

Stalled motor standing still, not a word

Can’t pull the trigger, impulse, can’t spit it out

I’m inclined to say the least;

tried, untied, won’t be released

Peripheral visions, all things to come

All on your accord, scrawled onto the blackboard

It’s not a crime to feel resigned, it’s all by design

Right inside is sight unseen;

truth, lies, somewhere in between

System doesn’t work, never has never will

System doesn’t work, never has never will

System doesn’t work, never has never will

System doesn’t work, never has never will