It's a true time of hunger
Unreliable of it's source
I can feel it's fluids in me
That emerge from (seemingly) nowhere
Such a mechanism of hatred
Such a talented perspective
It's inside, it's boiling
I long for it
It's absurd, it's calling
A new path is needed, (yet) within the old
Hunger! I hunger
Evolution of thought
Perfecting an agenda
Times do come when
We must face ourselfes
A demon-like shadow
In the mirror, from which you can not escape...
Can not escape...
Can not escape...
Can not escape...
Can not escape...
Can not escape...