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