WORDS CANT EXPRESS THIS
FATAL INFECTION
DEAD END IN CIRCLES
ENTITES RESTLESS
THOUGH IT CONTROLS ME
I AM ITS TROPHY
ONE WITH THE SPIDERS
TANGLED AND HOPELESS
SPOKE CLEAR IN TONGUES NOW
SMOKE TEARS WHEN SUNDOWN
INTENSE POSSESSION
YOU WILL FEAR THE BLOODHOUND
I TRY TO FEEL
BUT ONLY COMES IS HATE
IT READS IMPOSSIBLE TO ESCAPE
I HOPE TO DEATH AND TREAT IT LIKE ITS FATE
I SMOKE WHATS LEFT BECAUSE IT HIDES THE PAIN