The Infantry Attacks

I'm terrified of my own thoughts
What happiness is there to come across?
I hate wakeing to this inferno
Why keep going? I don't know...
I want this exsistence to end...
I've already started to descend...

I hate this body
I'm always foggy
I hate this hell
I've made this cell
Gone is spirituality
Here is a calamity

Please knock me out with a quaalude
I like it better when i'm subdued
This is self-servitude
(the master makes me a mockery)
(the master wants debauchery)
What is dependency?
I am the enemy
I fight against the malignity

I hate this body
I'm always foggy
I hate this hell
I've made this cell
Gone is spirituality
Here is a calamity

(the master won't allow a laugh and holds me down)
(the master wants me to play my roll)
(the master has total control...)

There is constant savagery
Pain is my symphony
That deafening orchestra
Drowns the cluster phobia

(the master wants me to starve)
(the master longs to carve)
Oh help me i'm scared
I can't be repaired....

 

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