Room 101 - Terminal Function

I fall into the blackness of my self

No longer receptive of unclean impulses

Certain memories I’m restricted to reach

With time forgetting who i once was

Into the state of continuous manipulation

In this era;

ignorance is knowledge

«Mind projecting horror unseen.

Loathe and sickness, can this be me?»

The I diminished, souls demolished

Beings redone, old ones renewed

Blinded by this hate, we make ourselves dumb

Rotten from inside, distorted outsides

Not dead but close

I am but a component in this system

They plant the virus in my mind that will surely corrupt and distort my being

Massive pain inflicted unto my body

That cause me to question my beliefs

Wrong!

Dark are the faces that stare into me

I’m not compatible to this ideology

A place unlike its surroundings;

Sterile

I attempt to escape, I am not able to

Not able to.

Not able to

«Now I’m falling into uncertainty.

The loss of myself is inevitable»

The I diminished, souls demolished

Beings redone, old ones renewed

Blinded by this hate, we make ourselves dumb

Rotten from inside, distorted outsides

Nothing is certain, except this mindsweep

Still not dead but close

I am but a component in this system

I am but a component in this system

I am a process of continuous alteration

I am a process of continuous alteration