Where society makes you schizophrenic Where lives matter little more than they did in ‘44 Where thoughts happen, like they happen, because they happen more Where memes are memetics spoken by an atheist Recursively they become worse and worse, But their production becomes better and better Niceties are like hivemindedness Happiness like a nightmare, rare Stakes could be higher, make another virus Let us all feel like tired pipers Making the rats dance but we all forgot Who’s the rats and why are we dancing? Fire, fire, burn with fire All that is holy, all that is tired It’s being that’s erosion, you’re fighting With a lighter I saw a cloud today It reminded me slightly of the night Unending, long and winding Sleep is the enemy, waking is the enemy Living is the enemy, dying is the enemy Shit is the enema, I am the enemy