i reach out for you face. regret a slash to my mind. feel you stomp the rest from my shell. the plague that effects the brain rots you from the inside out. seven dimensions and a planet wide. i try to piece to piece together the melted fragments as i rot away. if i could rest my head along this painful journey. these worms seep through my skin. i stretch the spine and hear the bone shatter. sacred city, so holy, rip it down, smash it down. The visitor, with nails in hand, cut him down, beat him down. savior, i forve the crown through the skin and skull, force it down. one time in life i just wanted you to see my mind bruised. as i dwell in between, see the damage. now i grip the pistol and this time we shoot to kill.