Fighting an enemy I can't see

Can't speak can't breathe

Do they even exist

In the grip of a machine

I bleed I feed

The apocryphal system

Grasping at straws like pulling teeth

This anathema has

Taken away everything from me

This chimerical apparition

This ethereal phantom

Stares at me the omniscient

The nascent perceiver

I am everything and nothing

All at once

All at once

I wake to the same dream I had before

I rid myself of this accursed machine

I wake to the same dream I

Rid myself of this accursed machine

Or so I thought I had

Or so I thought I had

Fighting an enemy I can't see

Can't focus

Does this even exist

In the grip of a fiend

This greed secreted by

The apocryphal system

Grasping at straws like pulling teeth

This anathema has

Taken away everything from me

This chimerical apparition

This ethereal phantom

Religion division are one and the same

Provision derision stare into my eyes

Misprision elision this is but a game

Revision incision we need to reprise

I wake to the same dream I had before

I rid myself of this accursed machine

I wake to the same dream I had before

I rid myself of

This accursed machine

Or so I thought I had

As I ponder life's concision

I am dipped into a pool of confusion

As what I thought was real is just a vision

And the truth is just an illusion

Fighting an enemy I can't be

Can't think can't feel

Do I even exist