Written By: Ash Catcher
You project your 3D shit on to me
And I turn it around on you and send it back to you in the 5D
Tell me how that's fair-
Grasping at straws, trying to breathe air.
At least give me some warning before my legs begin to shake uncontrollably.
Because you’re on your side of town having a fucking meltdown.
I am buried in my art again, not making a sound.
Clinking on keys, fading into the black background.
When the dimensions shift, I go catatonic.
I can almost feel the other half of me cascading into a schizophrenic sardonic (state)
The sky looks like it is spouting fire this evening
And in some nights I lay awake looking at the window
“I had no idea I would have to pay rent on my own personal hell.”
When I read, cause I hate T.V.
I hallucinate, and disassociate into dead trees.
Some days, most days, I feel I am at the mercy of the mindless.
It is funny, like you know a secret or something.
I can see better in the dark, much better than you think.
Washing away too many dishes for my liking, I loathe the kitchen sink.
Trapped in this house of staggering shards.
I am determined not to break down in this house again…
The house dimensions only span so far.
What I wouldn’t give to have real access to my car.
Control issues, always need to dive, fuck out of here I just want my own time.