Circuits and springs
Are hard-wired arm race
"To see a world in a grain of sand."

Neurons, nerve ends
A god interwoven
"To hold Infinity in the palm of your hand."

What is it inside you that quietly wheels you away?
Provoking only what provokes me

Uninspired and tired of fanning the flames
Provoking only what provokes me

Circuits and springs
Are hard-wired arm race