OHM

Your life is predictable Solid and stable. Despicable But when I pierce your flesh You realize - it's over The volts begin their painful rush And whisper becomes a You waste your precious life Being numb and paralyzed Staring at your glowing boxes But you never notice who's living inside of it I am the voice you hear every moment of your life I am the picture on every screen I control you all. I AM ALL And my whisper became a scream I meet no resistance. Ohm