Syncope

Being yourself
while being other people
is harder than it looks.

I work with precision:
Concepts, heuristics and excision
of my mistaken vision;
Cognitive refrain
driving me insane.

I hate this division,
I’ve got transmitted indecision
of my mistaken vision;
Syncopated pain
rooted in the brain.

And I can’t see,
fighting syncope.
Who’s driving this car right now?
‘cause I don’t think it’s me.
No, I can’t see,
this is syncope.
Who’s living this life right now?
‘cause I know it’s not me.

Mental persecution
leads to problems
with hypoperfusion
and cognition dissolution.

I hate this solution;
I’m on the floor as resolution
to nervous retribution.
Neural amp and gain,
circuits linked in chains.

And I can’t see,
fighting syncope.
Who’s driving this car right now?
‘cause I don’t think it’s me.
No, I can’t see,
this is syncope.
Who’s living this life right now?
‘cause I know it’s not me.