Hallucinatory Fascination S

I've managed to master the art of self destruction, no need for the applause, no need for an introduction When the curtains rise, the free spirit falls Pain paints your face and blood crawls down the walls The scenery is scrambled, the landscape is withered dust New growth spawned down in cold black dirt, quenching your secret lust I'm burning up, but I'm not on fire I'm breaking down , as your lies begin to expire slamming locked doors, leave everything behind Smashing hearts made of glass Regulating the changing of our minds Our interpretation of what we think and how we feel Creates eruptions of confusion, question everything we think is real I've perfected, the skill of becoming  infected, we live in troubled times and silence can now be injected I think it's all finally coming to a close We won't accept deception and mysteries will be solved Anticipated feelings  on the brink of extermination Rain down and flood my life, with hallucinatory fascination s. I'm freezing cold and slowly picked apart I'm shutting down the machine that makes me sick how did it start? Who was one the one that gave it life and a steady beating digital heart? No blood to run red through cold steel veins It's not real but pulses life through wires and sustains A force so alien A holographic reaper, our personal destructor as the decline grows steeper In our final moments, ponder this last question Did I satisfy your hallucinatory fascination s. Curtains close and expose one last hidden blessing Finding a heaven deep inside my..... hallucinatory fascination s.