Lacerating pains of degeneration speed through your

trembling mind

Still, in machine-like strife you gain another mile

The temporary elusive goal: To reach the solace, to

feed once more

upon the synthetic reaper of loss. No matter the

outcome. No matter the cost



Cold and stinging needs tearing through the halls

Of your defiled, flesh made temple with its closing

walls

Still you claim the worshippers pose and you bow. You

kneel



Control: once superior, now a docile pet at chaos'

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

Toward the lights of need you strive - to drink into

your vein the shine



Beaten to the unforgiving ground. Lashed into

submission

- By the inner starving demon. By its unrelenting

hand

Still you claim the worshippers pose and you bow. You

kneel to the syringe



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

inner war

Your burning self so far astray. A combustion fanned

from within your core