defusing of the bomb

Tunes in my head: Memories Fade by Tears For Fears
Atmosphere: Mediocre.

i sit inside, in smoke, in confuse
watching the wake of the collins missile
i don't go into try and defuse
this explosive situation this demented play
opened up my box to expose the ruse
and got blinded by the two suns' blaze
there was no demented humour, no sick amuse
just pipers playing flutes and songs

i'm not endlessly following, i have no pacing clone
just sitting in this box, just middle of the pack
i can't come to terms with the concept of alone
there's a feeling that i'm surrounded by windows
i'm submerged and rained over, i'm beaten by the snow
and white covers brown, caves in the walls
there's a cry from miles, it's breaking through the foam
but it doesn't really call, it's never there at all

i can't break free from the chains of inaction
it's never a natural impulse to make a move
there's this sick movement a break into faction
and still no move to tear the fortress
i can't gain movement, useless is traction
the safe move becomes perpetual suicide
the solemn breaking of a conception immaculate
and so the floors tumble like paper