High-Functioning Flesh heightened state

Slipping through these shallow days
Hide your face, disguise your gaze
Suit yourself to new deceit
Your borrowed lines are incomplete
Just a call sign, just a shadow
Adjust the lens, align your torso
From vacant streets, you watch them wate
Watch them stare, watch them race
Moveing under hallowed judgment
Remove the base, destroy the contents
Shards of mirror and shards of glass
Outer darkness, overcast
Coming into fallacy
You're done, you rise up slowly
Wiping pain from tired eyes
No tears flow, you're mesmerized
Lying flat staring at the ceiling
Watch your breath, slow your breathing
Note the time, records pale figures
Scratch your itch, regain your vigor
Dismanteling set diagrams
Setting forth a new program
Slipping through these shallow days
Hide your face, disguise your gaze
Losing meaning to assignment
Losing ground in a war climate
Losing sight to heightened states
Losing purpose to decided fate