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
