Nervosepticism
Something has to change
We traveled this distant desert before
With no regard to others in life
Trapped in the endless cycle
Of this overstimulation
Yet you still follow the black eagle
Into the endless wasteland
With the mud still stuck on your face
Here we go again
Into the narcissistic fits
Sold your soul keep your desire satisfied
The demon screaming
I just need it
To get though this life that I call hell
Underneath the skin I go
Screaming freedom from this endless eternity
Can I stop slamming down the dragon
So I can be free again