the city makes so much noise when you record it   the streets have secret voices   if they don't shut up your head will get dirty   so you block out the hum   desensitized, it's not healthy   but the city's like a miniture body   with miniture versions of our universal problems   if i can make dorm rooms and stadiums silent   my record, when played, will make the whole world more quiet      my ears are wringing   things hid in me   i want to keep my tissues eye lashes and intestines clean   by i can't think   open for business! infected!   every particle pulled in a separate direction   i've got to find a way to keep the voices outside   only one holy hunger will i obey or recognize   this body's mine as it's owner i seal it   let's find out just what this piece of shit is capable of feeling      food is disgusting; it's what they make shit from   you're vomiting backwards   your pores give you cancer   i want to make a record instead of taking drugs   but with the phone off this room is more quiet than it was      i'm so out of breath, ungraceful   i'm always running now   can't stop chasing   there's something inside me that doesn't exist yet   i'll need to be aerodynamic to catch it   i can't get comfortable in this mess   less turn an eye to my blind influence, arrested   weighted down by the bullshit my black hole's collected   suck it all in:   distracted! conflicted! pathetic!      but i will make myself into the shape of a weapon   i will burn off the fat until i'm all sharp edges   convey my main content   no nonsense, no questions, no excess   i very much prefer an early exit   a sensible rebellion   the least embarrassing   i'm not flailing my fists i'm not coming apart   and when my body stops moving i won't be shocked   i'll know exactly the cause    and just who's at fault