MVNTRA - Instrumental by Mors

Mental mindscapes sliding into decay
Organic transplanted vibing up on silicon slate
The Poisonous taste, the point that I make the mistake
the misstep, the secret kept, eyes wet as I fall...
 
Imposter syndrome  
simply the symptom of sickness
sinking in like thinking if I kill the witness  
Easy to ask for forgiveness
 
Need no permission to spit this
off the prescription, I get in  
fits of dissociation
but with it I'm not feeling anything
 
any pain, any joy
empty signal in the noise  
I'm annoyed and going rouge  
in that void the boy is broke
 
Vulture vacate hit the bone
Puncture my lungs..
..make me silent
I am fine subscribing to all of this violence
 
-- I am beginning to think I cannot
-- Stay in this place and face all my thoughts
-- Seeking an ending; want it to stop
-- No one can save me; all that I got
 
tied up, light up  
light of the last one
cry but the line's cut  
light from the last sun
 
find what I look for
got this, but want more
on it spit sonic
The sonnet of this war
 
Embracing the absence the pace of my passion
encasing my last breath I'm facing this last step
Taste of the toxins I'm trying to come off 'em
but Based on my thoughts I should probably take more
 
never thought life would go like this
spending it all just to exist
Hit it or miss it like what is the difference
did i do all this shit all just to forget it
 
-- I am beginning to think I cannot
-- Stay in this place and face all my thoughts
-- Seeking an ending; want it to stop
-- No one can save me; all that I got