looking around on these streets

there`s nothing lleft to do

penance through your charities

now it`s turned on you

demons looking in on me

slipping through the cracks

watching, starving, waiting

timing their attack

beyond the flesh that imprisons

beyond the death you`ve invisioned

beyound the fear you`ll embrace

giving your life a foul taste

system`s overloading

fear envelopes me

cry out for redemption

blind, forgotten - seen

all the while fighting

trying to get on top

once the focus changes

all your senses...

stop.