Isaac Is Typing…

Hold your horses, I've something to say Give me a minute, everybody wait Stop what you're doing and lend me your eyes Isaac is typing, surprise, surprise My brain is a battlefield I'm struggling to hold External factors must be controlled Something is faulty, this feels incorrect The shot was on target, still I intercept Now what? Dot, dot, dot Now what? Dot, dot, dot If I burst your bubble, don't take it to heart It's always been like this, right from the start When man learned to articulate the thoughts in his head "Isaac is typing" were the first words he said My therapist tells me not to engage I look at the ceiling avoiding his gaze I wish it was simple, but it just isn't so When scratching the itch is all that I know Now what? Dot, dot, dot Now what? Dot, dot, dot Three little dots on the top of the screen It's called an ellipsis, d'you know what that means? It means something is coming, yeah, vibe killington Dropping bombs like Cillian Got five million worms in a can Make you eat 'em like Spam Got that sandwich meat Spread all over the beat Like ugh