Psycroptic

Sleep....for....life
Fear shreds, your internal logistics system
You are just a pawn/fool, driven by a disturbance
inside your mindscape
It is, the consuming unknown that awaits you
And you, cry, for you cannot escape the ache...
...the void is nearly here...
Nerves are, tested by a circumstance invented by the
mere existence of our world
You can feel that there's something more than just
progressing life while
you neighbour will deny, deny, deny!
You awaken and you're shaken by the dim reality that
becomes you, and consumes your mind
That death is real and you will soon hold it in
An embrace so tight you can't let it go.
You want to believe in something higher...
Social derision...blindfolded vision...need for decision...
Nothings eternal...belief is infernal...you god is internal.
You may not exist soon so enjoy it while you can.
The power is in your hands in that
deciding moment of your sad life. Controlled by
a thing called time only fates forces can decide.
Rotting before you've even died swept away by the
fear inside.....Sleep....lie!...
This is, something they don't tell anyone when
they're born but, once you think for yourself your test