This feeling
Hot breath feeling that I feel in my teeth
Squeezing though it appears there's plenty
Let me dive into your mouth
Devices all connected while the brain shuts down
Who's to say and who's to know why there's concrete in your soul
Vibrations through your core
Sinking gut rot through your pores
Why can't I feel my hands?
It's important you understand that some are right
Some miss the boat
Some stay high
While others go low
Can't we compromise this feeling shallow?
I'm my own device
I'm my own control
This feeling