My head is like a techno song
Repeating words like samples
The DJ takes samples
“I can’t control this”
Over and over again
Soon that is not enough
The audience hungers for more than this barebones song
So the DJ takes more samples
Layers them
“This isn’t my fault”
“There are better things”
Now it is a collision of sayings
All screaming at the top of their lungs
But this is not enough
The audience needs more
The samples keep coming
Soon it’s too loud for anybody to understand
There’s no more sayings
Just my mind yelling at itself
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