free the world / save thought

disenchanting discourses on disbelieving disillusionment
i'm talking empty talking hollow talking tonight
in the moment i'm losing my head in my head
harboring feelings designed to make me high
the singularity drives and it talks of freedom
sanity is being politically correct in its description
the words string together like confused confetti
luminescent letters glow dimly over thought bleeding away

and we'll then think that all these big discussions
properly conducted that supposedly soothe eager psyches
though not in vain but subsequently of no obvious use
this enlightening surge of thought and its revolution
and the fire of sunset shall settle like burning embers
when the clock behind me stops, dead beyond destruction
i'll look at me, you'll all look at you, we'll cry decibels
but there's one thing that we'll all say again and again

"look where all this talking got us baby..??"