I have to fight for control
I can see and hear
But I do with regret
Outside of my body
Helpless
Cater to me
Humor my needs
I have to fight for control
I can see and hear
But I do with regret
Floating away now
Step down into the dirt
Look at my hands twitching
Disconnected, awaiting
Predicting
(An) apathetic murder
There will be blood in the dirt
A sick creation made
F*cked up mud
Someone will soon hit the ground
Will anyone stop it from being me?
Standby, disconnecting
Attempting to restart