Breathe in light of day

Thirst for prize in my gaze

Go in cycles evermore

Mimic mice in maze

Limbs on ice, spur the chase

Swim from Riker's, in a race

Remorse in thought logs

Evil in my trace

I started to record the language breaks

That pour from spouts and through my veins

Be warned, it's god's law

The finder will never hold its breath

There's order in the chaos

Music is the way

It started with a finger

A sort of keystroke

A recursive maker

I couldn't die, I'm in a dreamworld

Bodies will die, we don't need more of those

I couldn't die, rgb, recode

I couldn't die, we don't need more of those