And continues into a disjointed lifeline My identity, in dissociation Virtually dosed, in the nets which choke me Bipolarized, in the middle of my reflex Ubiquitous, over you My omnipresence distorts us Disastrous god of the rotting Harvesting apathy and surrender You own me Disastrous god of the rotting Harvesting apathy and surrender Playing the eclectic deity looking for myself Now the real, is becoming for me less objective This is my world Who makes me introspective? The mental changes the level This is my world