Clamor

Experiencing clamor like a minty brain
It's been pretty much stated
Nonsensical illusions stop by
Wanting to capitalize everything
Wishing for Amnesia
Whistling for the Train

Favoring my wrist
And its rose to the heart
The Ghosts of Delusion
Doing whatever they tell me
Giving my hand a little twist

My menthol Transmission screams with the twitch
Small, slow breaths of concrete mist

All at once, A quavering voice
Becomes futuristic and leans
Against The Empty Wall
Nonchalant with its magnetic choice

Listen: While you were gone
You did a lot of damage
Never met a single one
Thought they knew me
Remember my Mistakes
See the Mirrors through me