these days have turned me halfway sideways and the silence has been drenched with highways we feel more like boxes less like living beings what s in our nature what we re deeply dreaming love feels too excessive like a cureless sickness we feel more like boxes less like living beings we re damned to detention from lack of attention the cycles recreated our laws unstated we live on delusions in a vapid stream but our caustic minds will drive cosmic highways we feel more like boxes less like living beings