Images rot into thought 

I close my eyes but see the veins 

I cant cut the nightmare off

I have no control

You master me

The speed the repitition per second

So fast, so very fast

The pitch is melting me now 

I cannot think any good

Close them tighter

The voice is so clean 

Wonder the optics are so insane

Now I feel this

Is this what they crave

Insanity