Take form before me, shape of the night
Forgotten synapses flair into life
This is moments and moments are dust
I lived in hope and now all hope is lost
What is real?
Can this be your flesh I feel? [bad word] nothing, blind to the light
It's a momentary lapse of my sight

Drink deep, Soma
All I knew is over
Awake, Soma
She lives again, born from my mind

Conciousness fading, trapped in denial
Exhale deeply, walking the line
Break free, free of this loss
Seeking a reason when reason is gone
Losing form
Feel cohesion fail to oblivion
Choke on her memory
Savour the taste
It's a permanent absence of state

System.
Chaos.
Self [bad word]