Christ Analogue - Optima
If the fear in my brain would know one minor thing, it'd be whether I sink or I drown / and in my divide, I somehow come alive, and I'm / wrenching myself off the ground / and in your concern you ask me if this hurts and I wonder how you even care / yes God it does, and it defeats the cause, but there's something you must understand / that I cannot / under any circumstance / reduce what I've enhanced / for I am not alive / by lack of my devise / If the fear in my head would have one less protest it'd be whether I cease or desist / and the anguise will come but I will no succumb to a lifetime of running from this / and through my ideas I see just how it feels to be treated as if you're not shit / and throughout my install I feel tired and raw, but subsequence leads me to this / that I cannot / under any circumstance / reduce what I've enhanced / for I am not alive / by lack of my own pride