| Episode of Clarity |
|---|
| Images rot into thought |
| I close my eyes but see the veins |
| I can’t cut the nightmare off I have no control you |
| Master me, the speed the repitition per second so fast |
| So very fast the pitch is melting me now |
| I cannot think any good |
| Close them tighter the voice is so clean |
| Wonder the optics are so insane now I feel this, is |
| This what they crave, insanity |
