Vertigo Index

Alienation washes over me, downloading world apartment horror
Wheezing through tea stained lungs comes a voice piped in from a vacuum

A tiled grove of telephone wires, rabbit ears and power lines
Insinuated in the residential disintegration that assassinates the sky

And now my being is networked
To be shared among us all.
And my world falls back into place
Or do I fall back into place
In my world.