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Closets of my mind destroyed, as |
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I enter outward from a void |
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Corpses white have strapped me down, |
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I rise above then fall |
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Tactual hallucination, cockroaches infest the wall |
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Psychic pain on ice, |
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I hurt Devoid strength my life, inert |
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Anger fills they're shocked me back |
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White corpses turn to black |
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I run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all |
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Word salad, no ballad |
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Word salad, no ballad |
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Diabolic plot, a toy, my brain the corpses to destroy |
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Prick my arm, injection fed, it's poison, |
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I'm no fool |
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Tetanus shot, be sure it's not, |
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I wish I were at school |
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Closets of my mind destroyed, but |
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I enter inward, black void |
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Hatred turned to apathy, led down this black abyss |
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Good night, farewell you pig from hell, this world |
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I shall not miss |
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Word salad, no ballad |
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Word salad |
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Woken up from death, nausea |
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Catatonic stupor, anoxia |
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Remaining still |
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I hold onto a sense of permanence |
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Negativistic fear of pain, algophobic life sentence |
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Moral, physical decay, hatred withered away |
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Scourge of god he makes me pay, |
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I shall not live or die |
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Vegetative judgement passed, my only thought to cry |
