Information Runs On

Traffic lights fall to the street,

chandeliers start to swing,

crashing lights at our feet.

We drive through our lives like a dream,

how we long for release

from these nights of caffeine.

Isolate the neurons

the information runs on,

the gears your minds will turn on,

as information runs on.

The feedback of fools amplified,

engineers start to grind out the lens

in our mind’s eye.

We’re houses of cards

built in rows,

shuffling fears as we go

through these years, overclocking lost time.

Isolate the neurons

the information runs on,

the gears your minds will turn on,

as information runs on,

runs on.

Faded Paper Figures