There are just an infinite amount of variables in this equation
There is no control
And I guarantee my hypothesis is dead wrong
So it seems this theory is exactly that
A solution based on observations

You'll find it hard to breathe
When your cities turn to sand
At the bottom of the sea

The lines have begun to fade
The dimensions are overlapping
And the frequencies are getting harder to identify

Parallels stagger
I'm becoming more aware, a perceptual transformation
Constraining bonds releasing me from this hell

You'll find it hard to breathe
When your cities turn to sand
At the bottom of the sea

It's a program
A simulation of what it feels to be alive
You emulate
The basic functions needed to survive

So sell your soul for a roll of the dice
Another wager settled in blood.
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