Butchered

An unsuspected killer, stalks a mindless victim
Willing to pay the price, it only takes their life
Submitted disillusions, the promise of the virtual
Falling within the endless, forever the nothing

There is no return for the butchered
Trapped in a state of obsessions
An affliction of self-indulgence
The change is just too easy

A place of no return, why even bother?
Left behind a life of suffering, for a life of wasted time
A body for the virtual, a mirror of eternal lies
Stand before the mortals and cut yourself from their systems.

The mind is severed
Bleed out onto the wicked
It’s time to wake
And force yourself to realize!

It doesn’t matter, no it don’t
This fleshless vessel immune
A torturous mass collision
Of self-inflicted wounds.
Why would it live this way?
Why would is choose this hell?
It doesn’t matter, oh no it don’t
This self-inflicted fear machine