Drowning in Static

Yeah. It never stops. It just keeps buzzing. Wake up,

wake up. Put on the disguise. Disguise. Walking through the

city with the hollowed out eyes. Everybody's talking, but they don't say a thing.

Say a thing. Puppets on a wire, dancing for the king.

I check the pulse, but the signal is dead. Signal is dead.

Too many voices spinning around in my head. They say, "Calm down,

take a seat, fall in line." But I'm running out of patience, running out of

time. The pressure builds behind the eyes. I'm sick of listening to the