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Images rot into thought
I close my eyes but see the veins
I cant cut the nightmare off
I have no control
You master me
The speed the repitition per second
So fast, so very fast
The pitch is melting me now
I cannot think any good
Close them tighter
The voice is so clean
Wonder the optics are so insane
Now I feel this
Is this what they crave
Insanity