The End

Sleep evading and children are fading
Crimson waterfalls of eternal disgrace
Everlasting whores of society have turned weak minds into blades of ecstasy

An overwhelming sense of responsibility and a waning sense of control
Openly blind with a rhythm of contorted thoughts
Cruel intentions planted to bring out the darkest desires

A trembling body is all it takes to unleash the thorns of agony
Crossing the threshold of unconsciousness and slipping into an imaginary state of dreams
Only there in a state of coma can the deepest desires and terrifying fears be recognized.