Operator under pressure from the makernTo take apart the tempered moments of decisionnNow operator is calm but not very collectednAnd impromptu disproving feeds operator's doubtsnnThis is where, this is where I can seenI can see everything, everythingnnIt's a hand-held self doubtnAborting its course for a new routenIt's analysis paralysisnArresting all perception of progressnnWhen you lack lust trust or instinctnAnd message you send is not succintnYou stand frozen still not knowingnThat you killed yourself, oh hell you're gonenYou killed yourself, oh hell you're gone