THE INFANTRY ATTACKS
I'm terrified of my own thoughts
What happiness is there to come across?
I hate waking to this inferno
Why keep going? I don't know
I want this exsistence to end
I've already started to descend...
I hate this body
I'm always foggy
I hate this hell
I've made this cell
Gone is spritiuality
Here's a calamity...
Please knock me out with a quaalude
I like it better when I'm subdued
This is self-servitude...
What is dependency?
I am the enemy
I fight against the malignity...
I hate this body
I'm always foggy
I hate this hell
I've made this cell
Gone is spritiuality
Here's a calamity...
There is constant savagery
Pain is my symphony
That deafening orchestra
Drowns the clusterphobia
Oh, help me, I'm scared!
I can't be repaired...
I hate this body
I'm always foggy
I hate the hell
I've made this cell
Gone is spritiuality
Here's a calamity...
Written by- Sandra Hedin
1998
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