My heart adapts my brain to any mode. 
My eyes wide open for next episode. 
Point your camera at the code to download. 

Face off with me. Don't play around. 
Each operation reduces the chance of success. 

Yesterday it rained for broken spells. 
Recognise your plants as solar cells. 
You must ensure you don't become unwell. 

The play in the wheel was sufficient. 
Black and white's a simple way to think. 

It's all become communication chatter, 
a measure of the aim and of the scatter, 
conceit of my diminishing grey matter.