Cato
Sober as a swift punch to my vacant eyes
Machinery rattles beautifully, seizes my insides
Frigid blood courses underneath my skin
I am strapped in, along for the ride

Locked inside my own confines watching
Flowers bloom and die in real time
The eternal buzz echoes, rings in my ears
Swallow me, cleanse my insides

It's always night out here
Set adrift into deafening silence
My frequency fades