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.
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