Оригинален текст
Prolonged exposure,
In a world where I try to belong.
I try to belong.
Character cessation,
On a major scale of depression.
Declining sense of fear,
A fear that is growing,
That some divine treason is making me feel like nothing.
Dementia access, dementia access.
Wide awake as I await sentence,
Resisting to be forced access.
Dementia access, dementia access.
My immunity lessens every day,
I hope salvation relieves my disdain.