Shall I remain blind and divided?
I've tried so hard to find a way
to disable this constant plague
My death is a rebirth,
a resurrection to cure the soul
and touch perfection again

I define the schemes for a new design
of self-perception in my mind
Recreating my flesh now purified,
an endeavour to clear the pain

I disconnect all patterns,
disintegrate my blood and bones,
then analyse consequences
My body is weak,
in narcosis now refine,
clarity and suffering thus collide
 [bad word] of reality should help me to
Understand this violent decay
Electric neurodrive to induce self-demise
Could I [bad word] God if I bleed enough?

Synthetic pulse eradicates the [bad word] of my thought
I [bad word] my nerves and re-arrange cells inside
a rough, carnal unit to rise

I am falling on my knees, my soul is burning
Dysfunction of DNA [bad word] for an emerging spark of creation

I [bad word] the border of my ego, and I descend into a void
I'm floating through the perfect view
Of hidden [bad word] behind this divine veil of light
And purge the poison of delusion from my veins

I modify levels of existence
The sequence is [bad word]  my mind is now rewired