Terror Haze

Cockroaches
I hear their coverings creaking under my feet
Old bones
Breaks at my every single step inside this fucking pit.

Let it flow
It's just the rut
Now they're numb
Snuffed out.

I reach the bottom of the pyramid
Taking orders from insects
Crawling like them
Craving to renew that mechanism of dependence.

Control breeds nothing but control
Arranged just in the same manner
The relation between master and slave is a vector
Which points always downwards.

Automatic movements are the consequence
Of the inducted absolute obedience
Organisms reduced to feel no need and will
Their metabolism's regulated
By massive injections of morphine.

Let it flow
Don't kick against the rut
Now they're numb
Embedded down.

Those dry mouths don't remember the relief of water
Such vacuum stares are unable to transmit any real emotion
And their terrible smile is worse
Than the most blood curdling scream i've ever heard.

Black birds are flying swirling
Waiting for an eye to bleed
Wrapped in a terror haze.