Clouds, Complexes, and Wordplay Pressure

I got my head in the clouds, but I'm still kinda deep though.

I keep my eyes closed when I'm trying to save face. I got chicks

in my eye like I'm Sandy. There's a chip crunch. Can you hear

it? Without electronics, we must still push interference. If I'm held

down, then I'm hell-bound. I got a military industrial complex. An industrial complex,

a complex. When do I get to let up on the endeavor to write

letters that will be read because they're so dead? I also need the mental shredder

in my head to get better. Bad breath is the best deep throat to get.