White Noise Monster - Arcturus

Crowded mind working overtime in a shrinking stinking home a

Presence arrives just out of sight

Hides in the maze collects all mistakes

White noise withering weeds of deeds

Worshipping with filth in the temple of guilt

Filing its womb with pleasure and doom

Monstrous urban paranoia sweeping over my mine-field mind

Trigging random horrors cause and effect is a bittersweet sect

And I am priest of loons and carrier of wounds a battle fatigued

Random seed

Placed on this earth and fucked up from birth

Who gives a flying shit anyway

In a room without view I cold-sweat and drew

My theories of everything and anything would do

Reading the mind of mankind’s deamon

Pushing the line forward all the time

A deep-space satellite on light-speed depressed

Torn and obsessed by a lifetime of jests