Frenzied, panicked Delirious Washed in crimson ichor I was your puppet with no strings in flesh I slew your children as you played your game As I split your hymen godly light envelops us Disintegrating right before my eyes Deteriorating into burning dust Energies disperse Corpses disappear Infuse my spirit Is this now the end Writhe in pain as I'm consumed by an eon of hateful longing All is not right I should experience transcendence I should be free from this dimension I can no longer feel my own life I can now only see the light Anguish consuming Become real Cannot recreate Cannot escape