Induced psychosis lies dormant for today, but you know you'll

Get sick again

So what's wrong with this picture but bones in the beak of the

Erudite who talks to himself

Cut yourself, hang yourself...The human instinct presides when

Mind and body consequentially divide. Emerge from cold tile

Not to be reborn...Rather, to suck the breast of scorn

Breathe in...Breathe out. The drugs begin to take and what

Used to be a deadly secret, now is the utmost rapport

As far as I can tell, I am more addicted to a wealth of being

Possessed. Make room, deep inside, for malevolent thoughts in

Your mind. It's a conflict of interest, but it makes the truth

Easy to find. When the walls are hammering down your curse and

The prophecies stand aside...Time flying by like you wish you

Were dead...So hide as well as you can. You'll never be free

How does it feel? You've got no fuckin' chance

All done...This is it...You're gonna burn in fuckin' Hell

Until you die. Sickened by relation...You're diseased

Sharing needles!