My eyes, they grow
Weak and weary
Waking up and feeling teary
Look around, I see tyranny
So look to me, I have a theory:
In this corner of space
With no distance nor pace
I have no place where I will amount
A discount version of every human to come out
2 for 1, another sequel
Who will live to see my dismount?
I have no mission aided by superstition.