In leverage of your comfort
To match a portrait's face
That hangs inside of a museum
Now hangs a database

A facial scan for adoration
I've heard the Hunter tell this
But the ecstasy of death
And then the Brake is still

Tell me I exist
Look what I've become
Prove that I'm still here
Prove that I'm enough

This facial validation
A nexus in some sense
It holds all of our private thoughts
All finely condensed

Now it seems anonymity
Is luxury to own
I fantasize the private life
With my DNA's unsigned contracts

Tell me I exist
Look what I've become
Prove that I'm still here
Prove that I'm enough

Tell me I exist
Look what I've become
Prove that I'm still here
Prove that I'm enough