lacerating pains of degeneration speed through your
in machine-like strife you gain another mile
the temporary elusive goal: to reach the solace
upon the synthetic reaper of loss. no matter the
outcome. no matter the cost
cold and stinging needs tearing through the halls
flesh made temple with its closing
still you claim the worshippers pose and you bow. you
now a docile pet at chaos'
pulling the leash as it trails the scent to where all
your past a blurry patch in mind
toward the lights of need you strive - to drink into
beaten to the unforgiving ground. lashed into
- by the inner starving demon. by its unrelenting
still you claim the worshippers pose and you bow. you
answering only to authorities of sedation. their
calls the only ones heeded
a worn out soldier touched by their contagion. a
battered drone at their feet
you're the one betrayed. an outcast set afire by your
your burning self so far astray. a combustion fanned