It feeds the senses

Subconscious minds fuels our weaknesses

Got us synchronized the target

Theres no escape

It finds your eyes

It knows our patterns, insecurities

It makes us want what we do not need

The target

There's no escape

The target

It finds our eyes

Be underivative

Learn to syncopate

It feeds our senses, our senses

Unconscious fuels our weaknesses

Target