Influence

Life is but an everlasting dream inside my head

I cannot escape the demons the existential dread

Life is just an endless memory inside my head

I can’t seem to find the point, can you help me look again?

Oh there never was one

Rocks and mud

Electric blood bags

Floating in space

People talking sqwawking watching a phone or TV screen

My head has no IP address so you can’t influence my dream

There’s no pipe or smoke or needle, just plug it in the wall

Cn you leave the house without it? Your postmodern eyeball nicotine

Life is but an everlasting dream inside my head

I can’t escape the demons, but now we’ve become friends

Life is just an endless memory inside my head

I can’t find a point or reason

But was there ever one in the end?