Part from the beaten path,
free myself from this cheating wrath,
stand up out of this bleeding bath.
If I can change I can repeat,
I can change the plan of these tiring feet.
I want to look in the mirror and smile,
not have my problems end up at trial.
Part of me believes it will never be true,
I look at myself like there's a me and there's a you.
There is merely a ghost in this machine.