Induced psychosis lies dormant for today, but you know you'll
get sick again
So what's wrong with this picture but bones in the beak of the
Erudite who talks to himself
Cut yourself, hang yourselfThe human instinct presides when
mind and body consequentially divide Emerge from cold tile
Not to be rebornRather, to suck the breast of scorn
Breathe inBreathe out The drugs begin to take and what
used to be a deadly secret, now is the utmost rapport
As far as I can tell, I am more addicted to a wealth of being
possessed Make room, deep inside, for malevolent thoughts in
your mind It's a conflict of interest, but it makes the truth
easy to find When the walls are hammering down your curse and
the prophecies stand asideTime flying by like you wish you
were deadSo hide as well as you can You'll never be free
How does it feel? You've got no fuckin' chance
All doneThis is itYou're gonna burn in fuckin' Hell
until you die Sickened by relationYou're diseased
Sharing needles!