Torpid Consumption

Wretched hands
Reaching into innocent eyes

Promises of nothing but imprisonment
None are spared from total insanity
Images flash and locusts blot the sky
Infinite horrors infesting the weak of mind

Weak of Mind
Weak of Mind

Oh, the fools
Rest easy against the delusion of autonomy
Harmless they think are vessels of mass human torture

Victim to the perversion of ideals
Suffer under the reality of hell
Search and you will find no word but paradise
Sweet paradise

Torpid Consumption

The power to name stripped away
By ignorance they will grow silent and blind