Normal Chaos

(Don't stop... stay in line... she’s slipping...) "The white noise... ...it's getting louder." The picket fences look like teeth today, I’m wearing the mask, I’m playing the part, But the beige is leaking... ...into my heart. (Stay in line... catch her...) I’m fading... I’m blurring... ...I’m becoming them, The walls are closing in... ...with a polite "hello", And I’ve got nowhere left for my soul to go! LOST IN THE RADIANCE OF THE PLASTIC SUN!