I can't make sense of this
It's my reflex to exist
Programmed to change tomorrow
Not bound by destinations 

I can't make sense of this
It's my reflex to exist
Modeled to break the cipher [bad word] by decisions 

Violence washes over me
Lacerating silent needs
Darkness bleeds contention
The result of this affliction
Deflection of certainty
Feeds my fear of clarity
Flaws inherent to my selection
Self deceit remains my diction
Severing this conflict
Lies in [bad word] of action 

I can't make sense of this
It's my reflex to exist
Programmed to change tomorrow
Not bound by destinations 

I can't make sense of this
It's my reflex to exist
Modeled to break the cipher [bad word] by decisions