Distorted information
Where has all the feeling gone?
Destined to denature
Dreaming that there were no walls

Suspend explanation
Willing are the days, long gone
Cripple replication
Feeling when I find I'm not

Scrub my mind clean
We've all done bad things
Withstand all my false starts
And help heal my scars

Mistrust automation
Embrace my final descent
Dwindle all my pleasures
All has gone with all I know

Withered is devotion
Influence the life I'm shown
Unfolding impression
Ease of my carnal host

Scrub my mind clean
We've all done bad things
Withstand all my false starts
And help heal my scars