| Caught staring at nothing at all | 
| Rubrics brain born without a stain | 
| But since then it’s grown far more deranged | 
| The tabula rasa has been harmed | 
| Forgotten in the crowded technovision | 
| Starved for some human recognition | 
| Now I’m searching for something in these halls | 
| The revenge of the nobody | 
| Scattered, shamed, unorganized, decayed | 
| Caught staring at nothing at all | 
| Caught staring at nothing at all | 
| Caught staring at nothing at all | 
| Erasure scan, it’s all for naught | 
| Erasure scan, they all forgot | 
| Look at me | 
| I’m the fucking price that you pay for your comedy | 
| I’m the swollen face that you shamed | 
| As you run away | 
| Know that you were played by the puppets' sycophantic games | 
| Know this wasn’t easy for me | 
| Erasure scan, it’s all for naught | 
| Erasure scan, they all forgot | 
| I’d marinate in the pain | 
| Pushing away parasitic hate | 
| But the aquatic worm, it wants me drowning | 
| Erasure scan, it’s all for naught | 
| Erasure scan, they all forgot | 
| Three brains in chains | 
| The voice of remorse has been begging me to listen | 
| But my soul is sold to triunal rigidity | 
| The voice of the children asking God’s ear for forgiveness | 
| But that worm buried deep inside my head | 
| I think it’s talking to me | 
| I think it’s calling to me | 
| Erasure scan | 
| Erasure scan | 
| (Nowhere to run) | 
| (Nowhere to run) | 
| (Nowhere to run) | 
| (Nowhere to run) |