When you infuse that feeling of guilt 
 Claim your authorship of the world 
 brightened orchard of [bad word] 
 To burn your trenchant eyes 

 Your supremacy breaks down 
 You rattle on the floor 
 Giving you what you deserve 
 But still you wish for more 

 My cordless connection to your spine 
 Rewind all visuals but keep the sound 
 Every little twitch of my fingers 
 Pulsates in each piece of your mind 

 Fragile emperor battered down 
 Floating in the void of lost thoughts 
 Bitterly you sting spears into me 
 But Merely rash my face 

 Gone in a wormhole and no one 
 Knew your name