Word Salad - Annihilator

Closets of my mind destroyed, as I enter outward from a void

Corpses white have strapped me down, I rise above then fall

Tactual hallucination, cockroaches infest the wall

Psychic pain on ice, I hurt

Devoid strength my life, inert

Anger fills they’ve shocked me back

White corpses turn to black

I run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all

Word Salad, no ballad

Word Salad, no ballad

Diabolic plot, a toy, my brain the corpses to destroy

Prick my arm, injection fed, it’s poison, I’m no fool

Tetanus shot, be sure it’s not, I wish I were at school

Closets of my mind destroyed, but I enter inward, black void

Hatred turns to apathy, led down this dark abyss

Good night, farewell you pig from hell, this world I shall not miss

Word Salad, no ballad

Word Salad

Woken up from death, nausea

Catatonic stupor, anoxia

Remaining still I hold onto a sense of permanence

Negativistic fear of pain, algophobic life sentence

Moral, physical decay, hatred withered away

Scourge of God he makes me pay, I shall not live or die

Vegetative judgment passed, my only thought to cry