I became the consumer of the ends you created
Alienated myself
Through hell and higher grounds
Fascinated by static behavior

I'll obtain what I want, recycle
Echo, re-echo
I'll set no limits for myself, no restraints
I'm the consumer of your needs

I'm in a loophole, inside, looking out
First shout, no sounds are coming out
It's a fusion, of future, present and past
How long I'll last, I'll finally know