| The glued-on sheet of self control | |
| The pity of sense of sanity | |
| Cracking at the seams | |
| Torn from my reality | |
| The motion of thoughts subdued | |
| Overcome, suppressed by terror | |
| The mouth of fear overfed | |
| By dread beyond measure | |
| Pounding waves of overload | |
| Running through my every nerve | |
| Will reduced to nothingness | |
| My system overturned | |
| My mind resigns to defeat | |
| Internal razors activated | |
| Slashing through unprocessed thought | |
| The severance of self complete | |
| Heartbeats hammering at the sight | |
| A revelation to wrap my soul in fear | |
| Blinded by the never light | |
| As I stare into my organic shadow | |
| The bin of repressed emotions crammed | |
| Limits of pain by far exceeded | |
| I stare into the blank | |
| The mantra of dead silence repeated | |
| Hear me, find me | |
| Save me, the dead me | |
| Shallow breathing | |
| Eyes not shut, not open | |
| By fear silenced | |
| Incantations never spoken | |
| This hell of vacuum abound | |
| With the chanting whispers of the mute | |
| Exposed to the wrath of never sound | |
| The words of my organic shadow |