Transitory

This room can't be real
My mind is in panic as the walls are closing in
What got me in this state of mind?
I'm comforted by the anxiety
Waiting here to be free from this room
Trying to escape and be released of this fucking life
Unable to comprehend the violent nature of the everlasting
Psychotic thoughts, that our mindless race has fallen for
That consumes us all
We're all blind, induced with lies in an empty existence
With cruel images you'll beg to erase
Can't you see that you're covered in filth?
Induced with lies in an empty existence
What makes you think there's life after death?
You will see dismembered images of dead souls, abusing your mind
Then realize that there is nothing beyond here
Vanish into nothing
There's nothing left beyond your lifeless corpse