You exist, dead star vacuum Dismembered progress Subliminal public display You insist, it reawakens A phantom floats behind you Its breath falls cold on your neck You can never bring it here You can never will yourself back The harder that you try The more your mind will crack You enlist, raw nerve rotting Control the herd Through light, image and word You resist, tasked to suffer Self-made martyr Drunk on tears of sympathy You can never bring it here You can never will yourself back The harder that you try The worse your mind will crack Kick against the pricks Reach into the past Through the thorns and glass Grasp onto the nothingness You dismiss the systematic Deny your evolution While acting like an animal You are the hands of Mammon Shape-shifting mask builders from planes of sterile trust Non-phototactic spoon-fed narcissists that keep clawing (Never cutting through)