can’t wake up and sweat, ‘cause it ain’t over yet, still dancing with your demons. victim of your own creation. beyond the will to fight, where all that’s wrong is right, where hate don’t need a reason. loathing self-assassination. you’ve been lied to just to rape you of your sight, and now they have the nerve to tell you how to feel. so sedated as they medicate your brain, and while you slowly go insane, they tell you “given with the best intentions, help you with your complications”