Max

The vile they make cannot be ceased, wretched horde of worm and beast, start me dead in my tracks. the time they use to hide and plunder, only guilded by thirst and hunger for my mind is torn usunder reaching for the facts. despise, and hate boil inside, exploding fissures under the tide, the water is calm, though, my shadows nought relax. psychosis sets, connections migrate psychosis sets, connections migrate. i ask of you, dont knock at my gate, for i have reached my max.