Hyperthermia:
Trapped in a haze of synthetic passion, that’s stripping away my shreds of humanity.
A spiral to a new circle of hell.
Collapsing, every piece of myself.
What have I become?
Shackled to this disease that haunts me.
What have I become?
This rapture is the scourge that always taunts me.
What have I done?
Possessed by the entity, my head is split.
What have I done?
I ‘d kill just to have it
I’ve condemned myself to this chaos I’ve found, a damned cycle of abuse.
The bridge to reality is burning down, as I’m dangling above still choking on the noose.