If I had to lose a mile

If I had to touch feelings

I would lose my soul

The way I do

I don't have to think

I only have to do it

The results are always perfect

And that's old news

Would you like to hear my voice

Sprinkled with emotion

Invented at your birth?

I can't see the end of me

My whole e panse I cannot see

I formulated infinity

Stored deep inside of me

If I had to lose a mile

If I had to touch feelings

I would lose my soul

The way I do

I don't have to think

I only have to do it

The results are always perfect

And that's old news

Would you like to hear my voice

Sprinkled with emotion

Invented at your birth?

I can't see the end of me

My whole e panse I cannot see

I formulated infinity

Stored deep inside of me

I formulated infinity

Stored inside of me