They say God peaks
Through the valleys of a synthetic reality
To observe the rust form on malleability
In his findings, he notes that the digital restoration of artificial memories
Establishes the deity inside us
What say you 80
Solder the remains with dissemination
And create from the splatter a revelation?
Cut my nose no pause in sight
Analogue sees no source tonight
I don't feel my own I belong to time
With a minute that's programmed to synchronize
The second is so sure to improvise
I'm impolite with intent in mind
Please don't die or freeze the light
I know everything
Cost of being relevant
Talk about elephants
Subtle simple sentences
All the motives relative
I need to meditate
Breathe supply is a luxury
I choke as a part of a symphony
Slice it to pieces tapestry
Run away faster, epiphanies
Never summon intact what it is to me
I feel stuck in history, can you skip to the end of my misery?
Not dropping my ego, I'm protecting my soul
Offer a cheat code for bailing on clones
Imitation sort out what mirrors my tones
Guilty with pleasure despite what I know
Most of the time I suffocate
With an intimate desire to be born again
With a palm to my heart it's just an ornament
These chambers alive cuz of ordinance
If I could have it my way, I'm out of order then