| When you infuse that feeling of guilt | |
| Claim your authorship of the world | |
| A brightened orchard of truth | |
| To burn your trenchant eyes | |
| Your supremacy breaks down | |
| You rattle on the floor | |
| Giving you what you deserve | |
| But still you wish for more | |
| My cordless connection to your spine | |
| Rewind all visuals but keep the sound | |
| Every little twitch of my fingers | |
| Pulsates in each piece of your mind | |
| Fragile emperor battered down | |
| Floating in the void of lost thoughts | |
| Bitterly you sting spears into me | |
| But Merely rash my face | |
| Gone in a wormhole and no one | |
| Knew your name |