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