(0328) numbered in fingerprints

the information flows. the oxygen controls all the living parts of this - imagined or real. a breath of vacant air could leave me outside the atmosphere, and all this talk could be empty thought that i can't analyze. predictions lead to a waste of time as i think about all the lies that circle around my head at night, but i still feel like an animal that's ready to run off at anytime.

we're lucky to ignore the writing on the wall. the fix is in, and the days are numbered in fingerprints. shut down the roads to truth. they shut down everything i need, and i can't tell if i'm here or there. do i bleed the same? i'm freezing when the water's fine, but i guess my death would be an irony.. no surprise. we drove it 'til the morning light, and i might as well be a fool.

you'll just have to walk away from everything anyway.
you'll act like you want to stay, then leave when it's getting gray.

there's too many things to know, and i have nothing solid to grip or hold.