...And the Nightmare Stops

Do they ever see my way through Paralysis and aching reminders Of the sleep that slowly overbears my life Still she'll kick and she'll fight But the event reached by her inarmorment Will not be seen by any other Victim of mine Care to wheine the wire? Round my neck as your face invades I bid you fare awrning To the colony's God Whom of which has a secret Bear it, stalk it, prowl it The only call to the ears Nothing left of my good Will Anger, hate, violence, growing within my world Can you fell the heat Kick the chair out Pull the trigger And the nightmare stops