Keep myself busy busy busy

But silence always eventually comes

and it's always louder than the stereo that plays the loudest song.

As I lay before I sleep, the track in my mind is on infinite repeat.

Self flagellation, immaculate desolation.

Just let me rest these weary eyes, for they can't take much more

of this nightmare in my mind.

Keep myself busy busy busy

But silence always eventually comes

and this track in my mind will not succumb.