Black Static

Woke up inside the black static dream
Now I’m still running and I still can’t see
The brand new blood dollars stab-nailed to my own back
Reaching behind the fumes of youth
Hold on to nothing and call it the truth
Sleep-watching TV selling me all the new ways to use
Born, born up inside the black static machine
Feeling around for something of me
Warped imperfection shot from between
The flesh and reflection of the light in the dark of me
Tired now of fighting, tired now of time
Tired now of lying, tired of being so damn blind
Torn up inside
Torn up inside the black static
The black static dream
Black static dream
Black static
Black static running through my eyes
Black static turning my insides
Black static rising, black static falls
Black static nothing, black static all and all and all
Born up inside the black static machine
Born up inside the black static dream