It's time to go into the me below
My morbid self beneath
peril trip the last way out
I spin as I let go
In spirals down the narrow lines
Passing through my aura
Spit me out into my mind
journey through disease

I'm behind my cynic eyes
That stare but can not see
The sickness in me ... beneath ...

I fall in [bad word] me the essence of
My thoughts
Swirling in a thousand vows endless
 [bad word] 

What am I this me beneath
vain organic lie
 [bad word] me from inside

Immobile now I bow before reality itself
It's substance moving through my eyes
My life is transferred once suffused upon
My mind the view erases burns inside
And then another fall

I plunge into a well of lies a cold
Perennial flow the vortex of my soul