Dodging bullets at the right times. Think it over in your right mind. How could you know? Cleanse your self of the disease. Crunching numbers isn't easy. But where do you go? Where did you go? Turn into yourself, empty and cold. Your body, a shell. No, you wouldn't tell. Still losing sleep like anyone else. There's a mother on her knees, but you're the static on my screen. How does it feel to be turning the wheel? So make some wrong from all your rights. I swear the sentience won't bite. But how would you know? How would you know? I know you've been so, all alone.