I think with my eyes cemented   to a flickering screen.   A thirty second segment, fragmented.   Programmed behind the masks...   And what do I absorb?   A question never asked.   And I will never be in control   of this constant intake   of visual attacks.   I cannot take time to process   while these images still bombard me.   Say goodbye to the floor beneath me,   there's no way your rope   could reach me.      Bite the hand that needs you,   smash the screen that feeds you.   Biting the hand, smashing the screen.   And finally I slipped out   Of the sattelite's reach,   To come a long way from   A corrupt program leech.   I think with my eyes opened and closed   At the same time.