Evangeline
Scrub away the things unseen, repeat, and then we’ll reconvene and go. Told them that your hands are clean, a consequence of your routine (it shows). Littoral branched coral ground up will scrub you clean. Evangeline, oh, Evangeline. Algorithmically banish all your guilt, neurochemistry mentally rebuilt; Binary trees absent of leaves: you’re trapped or free. Things encoded in your genes will not regress you to the mean, you know? Drafted structures unforeseen make it hard to intervene, although... Resistors, transmitters: Thank god you’re a machine. Evangeline, oh, Evangeline. Pharmacologically bank your mind with silt, line up all your thoughts into circuit quilts: Skeleton keyed, chemical parsimony. Literal branching coral, ground up, it’s from the sea. Resist, transmit: You must know you’re a machine. Algorithmically banish all your guilt Neurochemistry without flaws rebuilt. Trapped by your tree, binary fate unveiled by leaves.