buzzing

There's a message, there's a message on the phone

Might regret it if you leave it alone

Say you'll save it, save it till tomorrow night

But do you mean it, scared of what comes to light

There's a buzzing, a buzzing in your brain

And it's loving the secret smear campaign

That pulls you from the self you maintain

You puncture, puncture all the holes in your culture

That make you afraid to confront the past

And all your mistakes