Delusion, psychosis all in symbiosis,
Coming to me slowly,
The rage of the hidden past and present
Life and death, they represent.
Bitch, your hands shake,
Your vision blurs, you walk a line
Jagged, your mind, hagged,
You really need to pour
That sweet ol’ wine.
You can’t think straight anymore,
The traffic seems inviting
The realms of destruction,
Slowly seem to be uniting.
The path you walk, is cursed
The demon in you, blindly
Coerced, he bites
Your skin, showing its whites.
Yōkai, come forth, you coward,
Devour me then, let me flow
May I be the posion
That consumes itself.
