It feeds on your insides Vibrating every nerve deeper, deeper into comatose Evoking twists of the frame Juxtapose the less unknown To find the feeling hidden But when unseen the seeds bloom Into a horror that can't be ridden For it never goes away It will always come back in some object, shape, form Call it disease, call it whatever you please It's the surgery I choose to perform Vital knife against my skin Anaphylactic Shock! Blow me out of the water Rid me of this filth