Aiding abetting the bouts I'd turned into doubts I could've taken him out or waited it out I could've called his bluff or fucked him up
But strange are the days of our twisted fate Hurting him was like hurting me So I knelt down and I kissed the ground Like a channel for the circuitry
That I had broken but not abandoned With one provision that I'm the variable
And the decimals jumped in space, raping the database Slitting the wrist of my statistics
But strange are the days of our twisted fate Hurting him was like hurting me My cause is different than yours And result speak louder than words
Come now all aborted thoughts Come and glitch this new routine
When in doubt deduce the doubt To luxury and live without Memory will be your sickness I will sign the dotted line Cross my Ts and hope to die Illegibility is my witness