There's a feeling of repulsion growing on me I have been seeing many outrageous things That try to violate my passivity An inoffensive uprising keeps me safe from deeper questioning
My critical thinking, it was violently doped I'm dying under anesthesia. I'm glad not to be lucid My death will be slower than I hoped
This world is so unfair and wrong And I see no incoherence in being just the way I seem to repudiate Our moments of distraction are long-lasting and terrifyingly intense
My critical thinking, it was violently doped I'm dying under anesthesia. I'm glad not to be lucid