Whether it's a bullet to the brain,
Or a shot of Novocaine,
They all numb you just the same.

It's the world we live in,
Can't you feel it's numbing pulse.
It blinds all who reside here.

It devours us,
And we must feed it,
The same way we must feed the arcade game at the local diner.

It hungers for our bodies and our souls,
But how long can it go on feeding?
Shall we, the superior race, live forever?

Survival is the key phrase that we have lost.
How long can it go on?
Or is the question, how long should we let is go on?

Can the machine that is set in motion,
become still again?
And if it can, will everything be back to normal?

Normal? That's a funny word.
Said the blind man to the buffoon.
As he sat there threading a needle.

Describe normal to me.
Yees. . . Normal. . . N-O-R-M-A-L.
I Double-Dog dare you.