It's like a code red spark that goes off in my head Confused by which decision was made instead My vision isn't clear anymore-it’s started to fade Like which was it. The angels or the daemons that slayed? Cuz I'm not close to free and the illusions of who I ought to be Well that’s the blueprint of me, destruction of 3, down to the tee But my... Reflection filled cranium glows like kryptonite or uranium But I'm not superman or Colossus, made of titanium No...I'm Slow Motion with some grandiosity And somehow that...