Lacerating pains of degeneration speed thorugh your trembling mind
Still, in machine-like strife you gain another mile
The temporary elusive goal; To reach the solace, te feed once more upon the syntetic reaper of loss. No matter the out come. No matter the cost
Cold and stinging need tearing through the halls
of your defiled, fleshmade temple with its closing walls
Still you claim tha worshipper's pose and you bow. You kneel
Control once superior, now a docile pet at chaos's feet
pulling the leash as it trails the scent to where all hurt recedes
Your past a blurry patch in mind. Your future once; now thin dreams filed towards the lights of need you strive - To drink your vein the shine
Beaten to the uforgiving ground. Lashed into submission -
By the inner starving demon. By its unrelenting hand
still you claim the worshipper's pose and you bow. You kneel to the syringe
Answering only to authorities of sedation. Their calls the onlyones heeded
A worn out soldier touched by their contagion. A battered drone at their feet
You're the one betrayed. An outcast set afire at by your inner war
Your burning self so far astray. A combustion fanned from within your inner core
