10th Circle from "digital oppression" by The Singing Swan Song New Age Cyber Jazz Orchestra

Some men in coats came to my door
Asking if I liked life, if I wanted more
That I qualified for a trial.
I figured, why not? I got nothing for a while

We reached the building on a street I'd never heard.
They made me sign an NDA before they even said a word.
They said "it will be a breeze".
Groundbreaking methods to explore our memories.

They can manipulate chemicals in my head.
Induce a pseudocoma, like I'm near dead
They're not sure how it works yet.
I'm the first human trial, I bet.

I entered the sensory deprivation tank.
They wanted to know if I had anyone to thank.
Only me and myself, yeah. Only me.
Only me and myself, yeah. Only me.

Electricity shooting through my mind
The dark never seemed all that kind.
If I could know what I would know,
I'd hit rewind a thousand times. I'd smash rewind until it broke.

As I faded out of the present,
I could feel my brain relent.
I could feel it give up.
Just like that, I was out, and just like that, I was back in again.

*Deep Sleep Initiated*

Abandon all knowledge, but retain my intellect
Way before over the edge, the peace allows me to reflect
My mind opens wide, the first days of my life
Watch myself try to hide, just a child without strife
Retracing with a steady hand, I watch it all unravel
The mind is a foreign land, and I'm the only one to travel
Relive each new sensation as though it were the first
Enjoy imagination, and quench my thirst
The feeling of discovery, with each little step
On the path to recovery, and in dread crept
There's power in introspection, and power corrupts
Don't leave me to myself, or I'll erupt
And like a bad trip, my experience slows down
Fired from the hip, earn the title of clown
A memory on the horizon, fleeting my consciousness
Time slows to a crawl, and I feel a deep unrest.

And then comes the first day.
I stayed up too late the night before.
I was dressed like a fool
I was dropped off first, as it made the most sense
I sat in the hall to pass the time
I didn't have a phone, so I just listened to music
The bell rings
I know what's coming
I figure out where my class should be
I know what's coming
I approach the room with caution
I know what's coming
I sit at a table with an empty seat nearby
I know what's coming
The late bell rings
I know what's coming
I know what's coming
And I know I can't
Live through the day I met you again
'Get the fuck away,
Please, save yourself,' I scream, 'God, save yourself'
My soul is on fire, but only now I feel the burn
And see all the faults in desire
I'd rather be shot,
In the fucking head,
Over and over until this ghost is dead
Than to watch myself
To watch myself
Learn to bet it all and have nothing for the call
The fall, my fall
Started that day, and I cannot look away
As I watch myself reach the height of emotion
Before I could comprehend the depth of the ocean
The abyss
Trapped in my own skin as the only witness
The abyss
I try so hard to die, but I miss, I miss, I miss
The abyss
To watch myself lifted, before my life shifted,
At the edge of the abyss
And now I watch the plummet.
Not the first or second time, but more like the hundreth.
This must be hell.
God, please, I don't want to hear that damn bell.
I must've died and gone to hell.

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