The signals come through and the body feels it to, the tension and distance never cease to increase, I'm no longer in touch with this fucking world. Hissing and grieving among the living, I'm the outsider, I'm the Socionaut, hissing and grieving among the living. Along the city streets, within the spaces we've so dearly created, some of us belong in isolation, unwilling, internalized segregation. Hissing and grieving among the living, I'm the outsider, I'm the Socionaut, hissing and grieving among the living.
What if it's my fault? Could this be of my design? Have I always been... God and the Devil?
We are free to choose, between heaven or hell, we are free to choose between heaven...
You've got nothing left to loose when you no longer have a soul, might better try to leave socionaut behind, got nothing left to lose, might better try.

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