electric head part 2

Almost puked from day drinking hot beer in hot weather. More spitting rain and rude breezes now. There’s a crowd on a lower roof top. I don’t know what they’re doing. I flicked them off. Perhaps you had better start from the beginning. I know the supernatural isn’t supposed to happen, but it does happen. Spittle on my screen, a low rainbow to the east. 

Walls of rain are closing in like zulus at rorkes drift. Affected by what you had lost

They're not the habits you'd protect
At any cost
Blur the details of your hand
Anything your barren conscience
Can't defend
The limits of attention span
Successive thoughts you don't have
But you still pretend
Keep on talking anyway
Protected by what you know
No one will ever say
Because you can't be pure
You're self-assured

No sun in the city now, but some in the clouds. PEople are dancing in a roof top below me.

I know I might be wrong, but I’m sick of pretending. 

The wind is cold now. 120 min eta.

I let you down again. What’s another harmless lie between friends? No you can’t be disappointed, I thought I gave you just exactly what you wanted.

Only the near mountains are visible, and when the sun bursts through, it’s not so hot or harsh.

It always feels good to be right, and if it helps you sleep at night, I’ll tell you what you want to hear, and act like I care.

First big raindrops hit, some cloud tops are still golden, some bottoms are almost black.

I like the way you set yourself goals
The blind ambition you sport like
New clothes
There's nothing bold in the posture
You wear
It's always stunning to show you care
You're so outspoken, the status quotient
Brought up to peak broadcast emotion
As calculated as the news is
At least you've got yourself impressed
Appropriated, the concepts you boast
You love the sound of your own voice
You're always vocal, affecting passion
Wholesale opinions will stay in fashion

MOunyains are disappearing, swallows by the storm. The sky is hauling ass now. A wide wall of black grey rainnis sweeping in from the north.

In a moment, theountains are almost gone.

It’s so easy to get bored. It’s so easy to get bored.

I’m five seconds. 101 is gone, disappeared behind the rain. It’s colder. The diet aftertaste is rude.

Find something mindless I can advocate, make up the menu wanna be, the ln always keep a finger in the pulse, maintain high visibility.

Someone is still welding on unborn skyscrapers. Bright white blinks. More and more frantic. The attention that I crave is self esteem I can almost taste.

101 rips back out of the clouds, the mountains are almost gone.

Constant rain now.

I don’t know but I’ve been told, a big leg woman ain’t got no soul.