So far heaven’s expectations are perfectionist’s limitations.
So welcome to the digital abyss not even life is as good as this.
I’m swimming with imaginary sharks in make believe ball parks.
I’ve got a gun in my mind and it’s making me making me blind.
Hopes crushed by hexadecimal, I’m succumbing to the animal.
Scanning screens like false thoughts fluttering like laser beams.
I can see your sleeve and I see your motherboard disbelieves.
How did we get here in a decade, I’m failing to see why I’m still afraid.
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