Motherboard

Sound is the travel of pathways
Grown from inside of the floor
Right in the middle of nowhere
Sewn in like the cavity sore

Once again she grabs ahold
And infests the way we move in synchronized timeframes
Once again she grabs ahold
Until the opportunity is made to control us drones
Once again she grabs ahold
And the air we breathe is cultured to very fixed pathways
She flashes to ask the questions we answer timely

Go right? That didn’t go right
Burn the bridge now and end flight
Nowhere in sight
Motherboard isn’t in right
That didn’t go right
Burn the bridge now and end flight
Nowhere in sight
Motherboard isn’t in right

The light is fading further as the flashes spot my eyes
Ever seeping darker to a place no one will ever find

Motherboard isn’t alive anymore
Remove her before infection soars
Poised and torn now I’m afraid nothing will remove her from my internal
Motherboard pulling my mind from the norm
Remove her and keep sanity once more

Done with all her ways
Stand still
Forget
Remove it