Tools to fix, Weapons to kill Grown inside rot me from within Seeds so deep to my surprise A shadow drawn to hypnotize Fleeting fix to a bigger concern To the past I look and yearn With sullen eyes I grip at myself It tries to decimate Impulse with fear These thought falls into relapse My inner self upon it calls When we tread within these narrow halls I Thought I was above Above equilibrium Now Knowing heals so worse When you're suffocating inwards I now bleed on the script Thought I was above Above equilibrium It comes, it goes, but it never goes away Always through my horrid dismay Shapes, no form which has no name A voiceless cry for those unnamed Drink from my only sight Draining into the parasite Smash the doors which was once set Striking fastest upon the weakest epithet Landscapes once barren reshapen and widen A ray of light upon antimatter surface Death means nothing when I've regained purpose I Thought I was above Above equilibrium Now Knowing heals so worse When you're suffocating inwards I now bleed on the script I will not perish Defeatist, never As above So below Out within Asclepius Wielding the rod of Asclepius On wings we fly so treacherous