Spiritual Ecstasy

This creeping illness has it over me.
I'm pretty damn close to a symphony.
Another trip, another fall,
you will see who I am,
you will see it all.

Occult scars, internally bleed.
Throw fuel on the fire and watch it feed.
You turn to see my haunted face.
I am not supplied with a saving grace.

Hypnotized, I walk my mind.
To where I am going, I am blind.
This phosphorus in me is breaking through.
My distant eyes are leaking blue.

Unfortunate steps I flawlessly take.
I stay standing, for Future's sake.
My hands still hurt, and my heart is sore.
But I keep going back for more.

This creeping illness has it over me.
I lay here in a spiritual Ecstasy.
You look at me, I look at you.
Sorry, but I'm looking through...