Order Out Of Chaos

Give me sight so I can see.
Give me air so I can breathe.
Overcome anxiety.
I have no mouth and I must scream.

Breaking down.
Artificial barriers.

Revolution means so little without absolve.
Undermining circumstance leads to dissolve.
Open mouth.
Fate in hand.
A gleam of chrome.
A flash of red.
Diffuse these thoughts inside my head.