Not long ago I was smothered by
My job and some other things
Heavy head was filled with
Stresses that tomorrow brings
Just yesterday I realized
The days have start to float
And as i sat there silently
I began to note
I can hear the hum
Of the 60 Hz current
I can hear the hum
Of the 60 Hz current
My thoughts would buzz like fluorescent bulbs
Left on too long in boarding school halls
Overpopulated and busy
Scattered from the city in suburban sprawl
Now the light's gone out and I feel alive
My head is just a skull
All the noise I hear now
It courses through my walls
I can hear the hum
Of the 60 Hz current
I can hear the hum
Of the 60 Hz current
The constant drone
Becomes an undertone
Undetected all the time
The wires in my walls
Work like the gyri in my mind