There's a whole lot of me
Into whatever it is I think I can see
I keep forgetting that my eyes
Deceive me

Right now I wonder
If every single paranoia
Will take the best of me

In this rat's race
There must be someway to get out of here
Oh baby can you cure phantom pain?
I need some form of relief
Bounded to seek
There must be something to learn from this
Forgive me for now, please

How soon?
How soo till this ship finds?
Whatever it is we were sailing for
I ca-n-n-n't

My mind it comes and goes
It loops out of the way
Press reset, 404, not okay

And it feels like every choice I ever made was
Pre-programmed