Apophenia

In this chaotic mess we are but isolated cells craving meaning synesthetic larvaes, searching for control. Insignificant micro patterns creating such wide array of turmoil in our lives the noise becomes the signal Our search for answers will soon enough find a way out residual resonance – a trap Betray Itself Strained Dead-end neuronal interference Because you were led – far astray by the nightmare of perception haunting my eye. Because if this pain – heightens my sight I'll seek the clouds that are in your mind hiding from the magnetism of the light.