Low

Innjected venom sucking the life from us away. For eighty days it's white noise, just white noise. Staying awake for the music's sake. They say they listen but never hear a thing, mass deception, illusion, deception. We say they listen to white noise, can this really be out time, are we found to find the line. Disillusion me agai, can we really be the only ones who see this charade, the meaning is fleeting, all these egos competing, searching for an identity through series of misleading disillusion me again.