[Intro]
I've wasted so much of my fucking time asking myself why. Why do I choose this? What is the fucking point? Where will it take me? And when will it inevitably kill me? Searching the far reaches of my mind, as if wallowing in uncertainty will bring any clarity. I find myself exhausting all options until I return to my factual, undeniable, certain truth. There is no running. There is no compromise. There is no winning, and there is definitely no losing. There is only noise. There is only power. The power of unrelenting volume eating my brain into submission. And when I hear this noise, that is the only time when I know I am here. And I know exactly what I need to fucking do to survive.
[Transition into The Surface]
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