Little Box - Emily Davis

Set your eager sights towards the fields of white noise

Thoughts have fled far long ago

No one’s home anymore by choice

Radio waves sing me to sleep

Concentration I cannot keep

Synapses stop firing

Imprisoned by your entertaining

Imprisoned by your entertaining

Armchair eats me alive

Yellow eyes, lacking all drive

«Show me colors!»

I scream

The blood clot’s hardening

Kill me

Radio waves sing me to sleep

Concentration I cannot keep

Synapses stop firing

Imprisoned by your entertaining

Imprisoned by your entertaining

Imprisoned by your entertaining

Well I don’t need to think

And I don’t need to move

Now pass me a drink

And a powerful anything

To keep me hibernating

To keep me sustaining

To keep me entertaining

Keep me in my little box

Windows shut, doors locked

Keep me from the world outside

I’ll be fine

Radio waves sing me to sleep

Concentration I cannot keep

Synapses stop firing

Imprisoned by your entertaining

Imprisoned by your entertaining