[Verse 1]
Never arriving
No common goal
Just connecting flesh in the night
Eliminate edges
With wonder
For the sake of becoming light
There is no sharpness
No leaving
No coming into anything
Dopamine rushes
Blood gushes
From the veins that kept you wanting
[Verse 2]
Never arriving
No crying
Just lifting your chest to the sky
Art of the unseen
A blue screen
Formless things with which you align
There is no sharpness
No cutting
No anger under its breath
Just an unraveling
A traveling
Into a slow, wandering death