Long days spent behind a computer screen
Composing compositions wondering what it really means
Will this change the world?
Something that’ll intervene?
It may, but then again everything aint what it seems
And everything is not what it is inside a dream
But that’s life and it’ll choke you like a guillotine
click click click
tick tick tick
Times running out but this is it
At this point a pencil is obsolete
I can drag my idea around, even go and delete
Edits to a masterpiece, I guess they’re master pieces
Pieces of the puppet master orchestrated for achievements
Pixels of lights formed just right
When the sun goes down I have day time during nights
Some nights to morning
Sunlight to mourning’s
Export to importing
Living to recordings
Learning while exploring
Stationary but souring
All typed, but this is my story
Bridge to infinite, I’m gonna build that shortly
Reflectin' 