Lost To Insanity

In my last grasp on reality The wire wears thin as I sit ready My lips, dry and cracked, for the being's want A demonic voice backs mine as I attempt to speak through them Then I am solely a pawn in a game I wish not to play I'm on a killing spree, warming up for the final cut Not random they are, but rather so accordingly Across the floor in a rug fashion As the lion forms the hunt and gathering We'll find out just how much they're worth I'll leave her lying in the ground To never again, never be found