Input The Output

That seven year itch became
a life-long twitch and now I'm
agoraphobic to the bone
Anxiety pipe bomb of worthless steel and fading charm
Don't try to act like you don't know
A secret meeting time? Set the date, force field eyes
Apology: revoked
Gonna sleep sound on my own
Get away from your time zone
Flightless intention all the way away
Anakastic existence. Love? It's just an added expense and
this operation must downsize. Make a ripple and run.
Cut off fingers one by one and
Input the output of the storm