The bearer of burden returns with inability to cope with separation anxiety
It remains to torture me until I breathe and don't scream
It stays to chip away at me until I sleep and don't dream
Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue
Rendering me still, a quadrapalegic in an iron lung
Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue
Rendering me still, a quadrapalegic in an iron lung
On my back with scavengers above, The scent of carrion rotting love
Master your fear (X4)