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 can'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