Syncope
Being yourself while being other people is harder than it looks. I work with precision: Concepts, heuristics and excision of my mistaken vision; Cognitive refrain driving me insane. I hate this division, I’ve got transmitted indecision of my mistaken vision; Syncopated pain rooted in the brain. And I can’t see, fighting syncope. Who’s driving this car right now? 'cause I don’t think it’s me. No, I can’t see, this is syncope. Who’s living this life right now? 'cause I know it’s not me. Mental persecution leads to problems with hypoperfusion and cognition dissolution. I hate this solution; I’m on the floor as resolution to nervous retribution. Neural amp and gain, circuits linked in chains. And I can’t see, fighting syncope. Who’s driving this car right now? 'cause I don’t think it’s me. No, I can’t see, this is syncope. Who’s living this life right now? 'cause I know it’s not me.