My mind is in a mood, like once it moves, it's ludicrous, this is for all of the humanists, 

Who have something to prove, posting videos on youtube, to assume some exuberance 

Impending doom once they consume a chewed view, cued by wherever each stupid rumorous maneuver sits

This is the room inside the mind exactly where the tumor lives, don't laugh for alas this business, just isn't humorous, 

Rather consider the aftermath of when we unmask this tragic disaster by slowly capturing the thoughts perhaps using some lubricants, 

Sound crazy? It does because the wrath of this wicked task was crafted and brewed by a crew of a few, of the truest and rudest lunatics//

I'm wide awake and in a state from which I've tried but cannot escape, no sight or taste, despite the fumes, this life I hate;

I cry and pace, and at night I wait, for a sign of fate, like maybe I have died and might have been expedited to this place

The others around me are shuffling soundly, I'm sweating and loud things are in the same rhythm, as my pulse is pounding

These shadows are proudly hovering about, and bouncing, the minutes keep counting, while I am frowning and keep feeling nauseous and drowsy

The others; they hide behind their crooked smiles, and shop the aisles of any dreams that all the while 

Could devour in less than half an hour a small child, they've got the brawl dialed, and plan to install wild 

Alcohol vials and mystically be vicious then wish us into twisted visions, with quick incisions, 

That end up big collisions and defend the mission as a fireball styled, and fashioned to engulf each tall mile, the amount of cortisol filed// 

Within a single chromosome, Oh No! They're Home Alone, Macaulay Culkin was the cornerstone for those children who are now overgrown

It doesn't matter if you're Black or White, we can crash the fights, flash the lights, or polygraph the mics, either way, we go right back to the masters like//

Smashed hydrants have been known to postpone a closed zone of infants looking for independence as if they were an exposed clone; 

Like so... it's an enclosed tone, that certainly flows prone to overcome a saturation of decomposed drones 

That long to be stretched oddly beyond some form of a bogus throne, built up of minerals and chemicals that roam 

Creating a soapy foam that rots us away from the skin to the bones//Now...stay with me......

From the retina to the neck, so fervently nerves trek and collect a countermeasure of an absurd speck of nerds yet...

Haven’t you heard their words of intellect?? Check, it's perfection with a curved deck which intersects like blurred insects

So enter next the best possible threat, that instead of a reversed debt, we can urgently rebirth, bet...!

No sleep is too steep, no speech is too deep. Which invisible necklace perplexes empty vessels with questions??

This is pre-destined, much like derogatory remarks, like if they were the same gender with these parts 

Could be a set of twins so lets begin, as we are vacant pedestrians, sadly mistaken with regards to free hearts, we reach yards

If this game really does have unmet suggestions, the direction of thoughts in session could be seen as a deadly weapon, 

Pretending in new progressions, like welcoming, Leo DiCaprio and the full cast of both The Matrix AND Inception, 

And we'll end with this, noticing like I am Legend, the location, tell me where are the zombies at?? 

 Why do I continue yawning, and pondering that? It seems as if I'm prolonging a vomiting act...

Time for me to dream some more, and get some sleep, to no longer be a wandering flea, or bomb emcee slash Insomniac.