They tell me it is real
The existence of patterns
They are lost on the carpet
Been there too long
Been drying
It feels like hooking in to the carrier
receiving only modulated noise
- And it isn't even white
You see
I'm going slightly mad
I wanted it all
Now nothing
Like for the father
The resonating shadows
Picking my soul
Nose
Just give me something
that I'll know is mine
Get me off from this sideband
Plug me in to the systems
Let me prove the bugs in your code
It is what I do best
Time is ticking
The beauty is lost
Along the lines
A former me
But I still remember the number
The number of the track
It has been years
There are people in my life
Shit happens
I just want them to die
Not that I do not
Love
But there is no one
Receiving
On this carrier wave
On this sideband