When I look at this world it's been so long, it's been so long dead
I long for the memories at the bottom of my head
Scraped over time, replayed in my mind
Skipping over beats, my life's incomplete

The goggles give peace behind my eyes

Vicarious visions
Blinking every night into a cryogenic dreamworld of my design
Slipping away from the wires, lights and gauges
From the isolation which resulted in my rages
Fluids rich in nutrients that flood my capsule
Monitors reflect my moves like they're actual
Synthesized inside
The stasis last for years until I'm bored of dreams
All is emptiness, or so it seems
A throbbing black hole

Lustful madness
Butchering in the corners of the cosmos
Eating my brain
Even though I'm not a giant