Open up right now.
The mirage is boiling just over me
I’m flustered by this holy emblem of dying
Thought to move out of this feeling
The noise inside me is too harsh
Can’t stand this trial
The force of addiction is tearing my guts out of my belly
Thought to move out of this errand
My claim for freedom has won the prize
I’m biting my tongue
The force of addiction is tearing my guts out of my belly.
I’m bleeding now
Hanging by my neck
The force is deep
The link’s too far
Eyes closed over thousands of howling minds
This point is just reaching me
I deny this feedback
I deny this feedback now
I deny this feedback
I deny this feedback, pregnant piles
