I've been walking a road
Long ago deserted
I've been walking alone
Spewing nonsense unheard of
Manufactured and cloned
They say he'll be coded
To be me again
The feeling is corrosive
I'm the grass you're trampling
I'm behind the mask I display
When you listen to my ramblings
I wonder what you'd rather say
Do my words sound like distractions
From your imagination
Would you rather be hit by a train
than participate in this conversation.

I don't entertain hysterics
I'm not hilariously lyrical
I'm only a man with two arms
I don't mean to be choleric, but you had to read my serial
Don't be alarmed by what is in front of you now