There's a feeling of repulsion growing on me
I have been seeing many outrageous things
That try to violate my passivity
An inoffensive uprising keeps me safe from deeper questioning

My critical thinking, it was violently doped
I'm dying under anesthesia. I'm glad not to be lucid
My death will be slower than I hoped

This world is so unfair and wrong
And I see no incoherence in being just the way I seem to repudiate
Our moments of distraction are long-lasting and terrifyingly intense

My critical thinking, it was violently doped
I'm dying under anesthesia. I'm glad not to be lucid

I'm dying under anesthesia