Impromptu Disproving

Operator under pressure from the maker

To take apart the tempered moments of decision

Now operator is calm but not very collected

And impromptu disproving feeds operator's doubts

This is where, this is where I can see

I can see everything, everything

It's a hand-held self doubt

Aborting its course for a new route

It's analysis paralysis

Arresting all perception of progress

When you lack lust trust or instinct

And message you send is not succint

You stand frozen still not knowing

That you killed yourself, oh hell you're gone

You killed yourself, oh hell you're gone