Without consent you lament

Encapsulated comfort crisis

And final warnings never sent

Entrusted tendencies and vices

I have made the wrong incision

I have made the wrong incision

No instruments detect my premonition

My guiltless defense is nixed

Should you deserve my attention

It will always be unfixed

I have made the wrong incision

I have made the wrong incision

In your selfless concentration

That really wasn't what you meant

Filterize information

Without consent you resent

I have made the wrong incision

I have made the wrong incision