The bearer of burden returns with inability to cope with separation anxiety.

It remains to torture me until I breathe and don't scream. 

It stays to chip away at me until I sleep and don't dream.



Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue.

Rendering me still, a quadrapalegic in an iron lung.



Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue.

Rendering me still, a quadrapalegic in an iron lung.



On my back with scavengers above, The scent of carrion rotting love.



Master your fear. (X4)