cannot ease the fever flaming in your eyfs

can't close out the frequence lusting for the lie

when your depression slowly leaves

the world around you starts to burn

won't feel it coming

won't feel anything at all



last transmission



way down in seclusion - the icon of your fear

let your eyes believe you see it all so clear

desperation is the only thing you couldn't live without

can you hear them screaming?

no, can't hear anything at all