Totally afflicted with nothing in particular.
Maybe you'll fall.
It's not your fault at all.
Secretly following lights going deeper and down.
Away from your enemies.
Further from everyone and me.
So look into the light,
Hold on to the sides,
Just work your way down.
Ignoring the screaming,
It's wearing you out.
Bright lights are gleaming in firelight.
Why is this not a surprise?
Drink all the water you left for yourself in a tin.
Laced with these poisons.
Letting the sleep set in.
Having these nightmares of fire flowing in from the sea.
Raging in torrents.
Washing right over me.
Hold the water.
Down it goes.
The acid is seeping through,
Pain should be telling you stop.
Hold the water.
Don't let go.
The pleasure is pulling you down
And it's tearing us apart.