Can't turn it off Can't make it stop Can't staunch the flow The buzzing Open to everything Over-exposure Land of confusion Nothing to express Nothing to express it with Still this inexplicable need to express This phantom chatterbox Does it ever stop? Does everything start With destruction? When will you learn that the medicine doesn't work Don't want to be lost in the system Forgotten Stare at the ceiling Terrorised by consciousness The happiness industry With its bland panaceas Has done nothing for me