Every now and then, you'll find i disappear.
Although i'm not sure that i was ever here.
This makes things so hard.
Why are things so hard?
Constant noise, it seems its all that i can hear.
It won't stop, and so i'm getting out of here. Before i explode.
Before traps are set. We who dream of electricity.
We who live so unpredictably.
This is just my version of the end.
See, some things, sometimes they get to you.
And i swore this time, i'd give this everything.
And i thought i thought maybe i'd found some peace.
So i came back home.
I should have known. and these swirling patterns, watch them complicate.
And you and i, we'll try to replicate. This is what i do.
What am i to do?
We who dream of electricity.
We who live so unpredictably.
this is just my version of the end.
See, some things, sometimes they get to you.