Spine Testo

The past is still to come
The future has already gone
Scanning for a certainty
Scanning for a clue
I can only see random digits on the sand
I can't find but someone else's screenplay
Blowing up the frame
I feel like
I'm not me
You're not you
Dazed
Unshaped
Incorrect
Perception
Scanning spiral landscaped built by oblivion
I feel my self fainting
My neural circuit are extensions
Of the concrete arteries pulsing under these suburban skies
I've tried alternate lives and alternate deaths
But the plot is already written and woven
Damned and condemned to act as they stated
I should learn to forget