text: Raving and drooling, I fell on his neck with a scream
  He had a whole lot of terminal shock in his eye
  Thats what you get for pretending the rest are not real
  Babbling and snapping at far away flies
  He will zig zag his way back through memories of boredom and pain
  How does it feel to be empty and angry and spaced
  Split up the middle between the illusion of safety in numbers
  And the fist in your face