Markovian Parallax Denigrate

Weak will, begs an answer, an answer, an answer

Make mine since I have to be-, have to believe

Desperate for a pattern, a pattern, a pattern

At last, is it really just-, really just me?

Hold up

There's a will, there's a way, there's a plan, there's a play, there's a

Mindfuck

When you open your eyes just to find that the head is blind

Chaos

There's a through line, there's a pattern

What adheres to naught

Will be made to comply

Dragged down by inaction, inaction, inaction

Desperate for it all to make-, all to make sense

Fine fate, all redaction, redaction, redaction

Black lines to the back of the-, back of the head

Hold up

There's a will, there's a way, there's a plan, there's a play, there's a

Mindfuck

When you open your eyes just to find that the head is blind

Chaos

There's a through line, there's a pattern

What adheres to naught

Will be made to comply

Lie to fall

From flat horizons

Make sense, make sense

To me

Hold up

There's a will, there's a way, there's a plan, there's a play, there's a

Mindfuck

When you open your eyes just to find that the head is blind

Chaos

There's a through line, there's a pattern

What adheres to naught

Will be made to comply