in a crazy world like this, i just want to be the craziest of them all

i'm vain like that, gotta come out on top,

but i live, i love at the bottom of a swollen shaft full of

radios and analogue signals,

floppy discs and cd players,

a decade-and-a-half,

is that what i've come to?

king of all that isn't,

because i'm too weak to be

queen, no,

i need defending, defend me!

lest i fall in check with him,

a masked assailant and

my worst enemy, my darkest hour

(i've always been afraid of the dark,

and this,

fate,

fate is coming for me

you are fate and you are

here,

like a mall directory.)