Inside your mind,
The terror awaits
You’re left behind
Liege inborn states
Take pleasure in escapes,
Deep is my shadow
Dark amorphous shapes
My trail you will follow
A contract – signed
Closed are the gates
Without end – aligned,
The feeble psyche fabricates,
Descendant of primates?
Perceptions ring hollow
In desperate straits,
My trail you will follow
Leading the blind
With obscure mandates
Forever intertwined,
A horde of inebriates
My lie intoxicates
Take another swallow
And the crisis conflates
My trail you will follow
And the ritual consummates
Bringing all low
An army of deviates
My trail you will follow
Anon's Record 