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 it 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 either I cease or desist
And the anguish will come but I will not 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 drives me to this
That I cannot
Under any circumstance
Reduce what I've enhanced
For I am not alive
By lack of my devise
Under any circumstance
Reduce what I've enhanced
For I am not alive
By lack of my own pride
