Letra de Integer

Process to scan lines and monitor absinthe
Complicated knots, autonomic still
Amplifying delusion
Into my absolute stagnation
Combing selectively with informed amnesia
Deflated independence, sigh to growl
Scan lines etch a digital time killer
Mind sweeping aperture, clues me out
Viciously passive, in the shellac of routine
As the spokes address
Voice over dubbed in, numb existence key
Mirror image, that's never really free