Profuse of energy Like a drive that carries me Gears turning gears of nothing Erase all that’s left of this codependency Like a flash on the screen of my static home Come forth to seize the bright decay I find it hard to rise above the scene The sentiment is all but lost on me Artificial heart, can I see through And know where it starts? It’s a vatic art whose strains are Left a mountain apart Distraction customized your Wasting time as another disguise Watching problems pass me by Out the window of my static home Come forth to seize the bright decay I find it hard to rise above the scene The sentiment is all but lost on me It takes me away