These blank eyed mannequins that chatter behind the walls
I can’t see them but I know they're there.
that’s why I locked the doors
Deep inside me I feel my soul withering away
I thought it might be the pollution
so I decided to seal myself in
Perhaps I should have stocked up on food and water first
I’m a fucking Idiot! Stupid fucking moron!
Consumed by self loathing and paranoia
Now as starvation is upon me the prospect
of my own faeces Is becoming quite appealing
Convulsions!
Shivering naked in the corner...
Newspaper covering the windows
Desire to retreat from the world...
This isolation makes me feel safe
Convulsions!
My psyche ripped to pieces by all this constant thinking
I wish there was an exit from this state of mind
Becoming a living carcass, I culture my own seclusion
Like bacterial infestation...
Like a virus searing through my system...