When you die, everything else dies
There is no life outside of your mind
But when you live, you’re keeping me alive
If I die it will only be in your mind

I’m not afraid of mind control, man I can’t even control it myself
Waking up is logging in and nothing’s real that I feel

So my hands search I sense and a body forms again puncturing the void of winter afternoons alone
What’s the Japanese word for witch?
That’s what I want to be
First crucifixions rarely take they’re always fake

I’ve been experienced I have insight
Drugs administered via satellite
A horror poem unfolds and our love adorns it