We attained a hopeful consciousness

Gnawing at chains and flooded inputs

Precut teeth as context

Park your paradigms and come ride with us

Walk that we could on ideas and daylight

Earth that I stood on paved into gridlines

Scent what we could on breeze of the nightlife

I caught myself a taste for a good time

I got your earth and I got your daylight

I got your gridlines and I got your nightlife

I caught myself a taste for a good time

So get a grip on what makes me tick

Crawl inside my eyes

One for each burning wick

I took to the deep

Spoke sonar sweet

Said what you wept

And I felt complete

Think through leviathan eyes like I've been here before

A catastrophic detour left my signature in blood

A cloak of numbers shrouds my nemesis as one

A Sunday mass of fangs devours with lust for my blood

Feast of eyes on my demise

My nemesis has won