Torture Ship

It all makes so much sense now
How could I have been so wrong
If you want to survive you have to die a thousand times first
Your past becomes history
The future is now
Growing pains, mature toward suffering

There is no good or bad anymore, only sensations
Feel the blood rushing through your brain
Every nerve screams in protest of existing
You can no longer fear pain
Stop the attachments to that which will take you nowhere
You have to kill if you want to stay alive

And that's what this is about
Survival
Don't lose sight of that fact

The sear becomes new again
Rid yourself of the filth of comfort
Within in the strife you will find the creature
You were truly meant to become

You are not that which surrounds you
You are not who you've been shaped to be
You are the fire burning in your chest
Either burn out or die forgotten

And you have to be remembered
Even if it tears you apart
Don't be like the others
Don't die before the grave

THE FUTURE IS NOW
THE FUTURE IS NOW