The Therapy

A world full of empty promises
Against the current, my shadow navigates in ominous
Clinging in panic, the only hero is In fear
I see reality built in decay, so Unclear
Inside my retina
It's therapy
There is blood in your intestines, Humidity in your habitat
Matrix that harbors my madness
I penetrate in his temple to adapt
Immune to all this disease
Unconscience, it's therapy
Placebos consumption
Awake, I fall up
The black smoke that i breathe
Black smoke, is my soul that Corrupts
Deeply hidden in my cells
The clone escape from me
It's mutated, it kills me, my insides, It bites me
Corroding my bones, I disappear
The doors closes
Immune to all this disease
Forever I want to be here
Part of the utopia



Credits
Writer(s): Andres Saltos
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