Something piercing in my brain.
Something feels so new,
(I) Struggle to convince myself I'm sane.
The thoughts they develop so slowly.
Something powers up inside me.
Breeding some new sort of lonely
I wonder, can I faulter from this program that controls me.
Concious of the fact that my existence is unholy.
Emotion takes control but I know where it's conscience lives.
Can you actually feel anything when you know where its process is?
Can I keep my course?
It's laid out in this programming.
Something in my brain is spamming
signals to my body.
Latching on to existence
The knowlege comes at once.
The history of everything
Colliding in my thoughts.
This job requested of me
Save the human race,
I can see the past of everyone
I've never seen A face.
But I'll try I'll try
To accomplish what you ask
I have no reason not to
While alone, deprived and floating weightless...
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