A nice cage is still a cage.

I’m enslaved by the stasis of my discomfort.

My neurons only seem to speak the tongue of foreign endorphins

After the years of harboring all the adorable morphine orphans

my corpse can’t absorb any other neurotransmitter that it forges

Serotonin, dopamine, adrenaline, they’re all fucking torture

I’m enslaved by the stasis of my discomfort.

Alien is the implication that im out of this world

Salient with dictation, my words are huge pearls

Tossed before a nation of swine as they dine on my perils

i doubt they can even taste a byte that isn’t sterile

I’m enslaved by the stasis of my discomfort.

My hatred for what it takes to make me feel something

is only over taken by the decay of feeling nothing

I’m too afraid to escape the cage Ive became accustomed too

the door in my way has rusted loose and yet I still choose to stay because the escape is way too uncomfortable