I bored in the morning, bored in the night

Bored with the silence, bored with the fight

Bored of the mirror, bored of the mask

Bored of pretending, bored of the task

But the silence starts to shimmer

And the grayscale starts to bleed

I reboot inside the rhythm

I remember what I need

I bored

I scream in grayscale

I bored

I chant through the veil

I bored

I grid my despair

I bored

I vanish mid-air

I bored

I bored of the feast, bored of the fast

I bored of the future, bored of the past

I bored of the scroll, bored of the feed

I bored of the hunger, bored of the need

And the everything starts to cloud

As the echoes begin to crowd

I dissolve into fleeting streams

I awaken within my dreams

Bored I bored I bored I bored I bored

I bored but I build

I bored but I burn

I bored but I birth

I bored now it turns

I bored