Correcting God's Design - Eden Synthetic Corps

And covers my eyes

I should have been smarter

I should have been wise

all the lies

so I can pray

It puts me to sleep in a rottin

It looks like I’m going nowhere fast

I’m carving the walls as the days get past

I’m losing my head

I’m getting dead

I am a human being inside a circus

This is corruption I’d rather stay

If this is the cure I’d rather stay sick

I protection I’d rather stay strong

to care so I’d better be