Synaptic Sync

The synapse of treason leads me astray, why does my mongol mentality lead me this way. For I have left the path of reason to find the leaps of soulless lesion.

To the depths of wander I wonder, into the listless abyss of concern. Is there truth in this endless road, or do I walk into the vast empty mode of levels.

Player 1, are you ready? Player 2, are you ready? Fight. Fighting for the path of sanity which is of no real concern in our pseudo reality. One of many we are composed, in this game do we find ourselves hosed.

Shoot first and I shoot last, blending the minute areas of illumination away from the past. Is the sober air away from the pain, or is the feeling of nothing in existence to gain.

For we are the players, we are the lovers, we are the depth and the shallow, but wherever you go I will follow.