Intro:
if i had to lose a mile
if i had to touch feelings
i would lose my soul
the way i do
well i dont have to think
i only have to do it
the results are always perfect
and that's old news
would you like to hear my voice
Sprinkled with emotion
invented...at your birth
Chorus:
well i can't see
the end of me
my whole expance
i can not see
i formulate infinite
and store it deep inside of me
If I had to lose a mile
If I had to touch feelings
I would lose my soul
The way I do
I don't have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
And that's old news
Would you like to hear my voice
Sprinkled with emotion
Invented at your birth?
I can't see the end of me
My whole expanse I cannot see
(x2)
I formulate infinity
and store it deep inside of me