Power begets power.
Dead roses in my hand.
Spirit blurred and stuttering.
The acrid taste of pain.
Burned shadows on eyes.
The latent image of you.
Confused, contrived, what’s inside my head, my prison head?
Are you awake? Are you aware?
Life! Life! Life! Deadlife.
Deadlife.
Deadlife.
Life! Life! Life! Deadlife.
Deadlife.
Deadlife.
Between two dead worlds.
Machinery of hate.
Apply a little pressure.
Believe in everything.
Afraid to ask, afraid to tell, avoid reality.
Sleep-deprived, chaos inside my head, my screaming head!
Life! Life! Life! Deadlife.
Deadlife.
Deadlife.
Life! Life! Life! Deadlife.
Deadlife.
Deadlife.