These blank eyed mannequins that chatter behind the walls I can’t see them but I know they're there. that’s why I locked the doors Deep inside me I feel my soul withering away I thought it might be the pollution so I decided to seal myself in Perhaps I should have stocked up on food and water first I’m a fucking Idiot! Stupid fucking moron! Consumed by self loathing and paranoia Now as starvation is upon me the prospect of my own faeces Is becoming quite appealing Convulsions! Shivering naked in the corner... Newspaper covering the windows Desire to retreat from the world... This isolation makes me feel safe Convulsions! My psyche ripped to pieces by all this constant thinking I wish there was an exit from this state of mind Becoming a living carcass, I culture my own seclusion Like bacterial infestation... Like a virus searing through my system... The blood shall spoil! All thing spoil!