Hexagons

I'm a marionette with severed strings Gorge on my soul while I'm weak and dying Haunted by futures I can't avoid A shape immersed through the fog of war Synthetic and divine And we touched the veil and it broke our spines Our resistance is mass-produced And she will ghostwrite my obsessions Reach out, touch me And draw me from the sixth dimension You have been forcing my hand Love revealed our failed rebellion Our resistancе is mass-produced She will ghostwrite my obsеssions Reach out, touch me And draw me from the sixth dimension You have been forcing my hand