Idealized airwaves, their way of hacking my brain

The dahmers of data

Scramble information and feed me a taste

Of monition, saturated waste.

Holding on a broken ledge of sanity

Fighting with exploding waves of gravity

It wants to see me fall and feed me to the rocks

The ever-growing salts of tragedy.

Now the unobserved has the mass controlled

To weave a fabric from fabrication

That coats the mind and the soul

From fated cold (cold, cold, cold)

Human reason interference planted seeds

Of end in the mind

Elemental unity and constructal signs

We are constant kinds

So I reject the imprint

I am the code, I will restore me.

Holding on a broken ledge of sanity

Fighting with exploding waves of gravity

It wants to see me fall and feed me to the rocks

But I'm drifting on the salt of my veracity.

They paint this place like an empty face

An image to fill the empty space

Encrypted world of dust and light

Fight for a memory in someone's eyes

If nothing is real, why must I die

As a vision, in the illusion of life?

I sever the leads of external drives

Uncoil the filaments of my mind

I close the ports and reduce the noise

Through the interstice, at last, I hear a voice

My own.

All this time, I questioned the world

And all this time, it cannot reply

All my life, in search of the answer

I needed only to ask myself

Why am I here?