In a manner it's seasonal
This affliction of mine
Bolt the doors
To isolate or insulate
I've yet to find
To see her here my only fear
I conjure the will to steer clear
She calls me
I turn to face her
She leads me astray
And upon me
She will prey
The time of her beckoning nigh by my reckoning
I turn to face the beast, mineral though it may be
Running at the perfect speed
Nothing can compete
Sounds that I produce, they echo screams
She calls me through the walls, imbues me
Calls me once again
She turns me cruel by any measure
And there is no shelter
Running at the perfect speed
Nothing can compete
Sounds I silence echo screams inside me
Searching, searing
To peel myself clean
Suffering sickness
Teasing me in two
Ashamed and disgusted
At what has come true
Burn with fire
Scorch the earth
Swallow down to bleed me
Don't fight the waves that lead me
Searching, searing
To peel myself clean
No location too remote
Nor too lethal an antidote
To force down my throat
Running at the perfect speed
Nothing can compete
Sounds that I produce, they echo screams
Turn me cruel by any measure
Leave no stone or corpse unfettered
Render me rent through endeavour
Bury me forever
Running at the perfect speed
Nothing can compete
Sounds I silence echo screams inside me
Searching, searing
To peel myself clean