Sant

If I had to lose a mind, 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 
But 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 expanse I cannot see 
Formulate infinity, store it deep inside me