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Panic for your life ensues

As you flee to another god

One that you now think is real

But one that still now can’t feel

Panic for your life ensues

As you attempt to fit into this world

One that you now think has room

But one that will become your tomb

Good, as, dead

To me you’re good as dead

Good, as, dead

Right now you’re good as dead

Panic for your life ensues

As you try to dodge ensnaring claws

Ones that seek hold of your life

But ones that brandish sharpened knives

Panic for your life – climax

As now you can’t run away

From my devices of control

You never knew your own.... soul