My deep bond with the screen
Turned off the primal scream
And that's the way the wheel goes round
The matter of machines
Consumed my precious dreams
And all I wish ebbs like the tide

I must have met the queen,
Who overthinks within
And I lost myself in her pride
Her gaze is cold like steel,
Brings loneliness I feel
She wants to keep me hypnotized

Despite this rough routine
I've got a gentle skin
A new identity to find
I'm somewhere in between
The AI, clouds, and green
I need my feet both on the ground