Stop Eating

the city makes so much noise when you record it
 the streets have secret voices
 if they don't shut up your head will get dirty
 so you block out the hum
 desensitized, it's not healthy
 but the city's like a miniture body
 with miniture versions of our universal problems
 if i can make dorm rooms and stadiums silent
 my record, when played, will make the whole world more quiet
 my ears are wringing
 things hid in me
 i want to keep my tissues eye lashes and intestines clean
 by i can't think
 open for business! infected!
 every particle pulled in a separate direction
 i've got to find a way to keep the voices outside
 only one holy hunger will i obey or recognize
 this body's mine as it's owner i seal it
 let's find out just what this piece of shit is capable of feeling
 food is disgusting; it's what they make shit from
 you're vomiting backwards
 your pores give you cancer
 i want to make a record instead of taking drugs
 but with the phone off this room is more quiet than it was
 i'm so out of breath, ungraceful
 i'm always running now
 can't stop chasing
 there's something inside me that doesn't exist yet
 i'll need to be aerodynamic to catch it
 i can't get comfortable in this mess
 less turn an eye to my blind influence, arrested
 weighted down by the bullshit my black hole's collected
 suck it all in:
 distracted! conflicted! pathetic!
 but i will make myself into the shape of a weapon
 i will burn off the fat until i'm all sharp edges
 convey my main content
 no nonsense, no questions, no excess
 i very much prefer an early exit
 a sensible rebellion
 the least embarrassing
 i'm not flailing my fists i'm not coming apart
 and when my body stops moving i won't be shocked
 i'll know exactly the cause
 and just who's at fault