Oh precious aimless nothing
I plead you to come hither
Don't mind that ratio laughing
Strain not thy cruel self either

Your bitter fruit you harvest
Pain abnormality
Your agents push you farthest
Into reality

Too real to drift from Earth
But still I dare to try
Rest anguish at its birth
Let not the fire die

This toxic of temptation
Does make my veins alarmed
The fear of adaptation
Would leave my mind unarmed