I think with my eyes cemented to a flickering screen
A thirty second segment, fragmented
Programmed behind the masks
And what do I absorb?
A question never asked
And I will never be in control of this constant intake of visual attacks
I cannot take time to process while these images still bombard me
Say goodbye to the floor beneath me,
there's no way your rope could reach me
Bite the hand that needs you,
smash the screen that feeds you
Biting the hand, smashing the screen
And finally, I slipped out of the satellite's reach,
to come a long way from a corrupt program leech
I think with my eyes opened and closed at the same time