Never take it away
Never take it away from the place that feeds you your dying breath
You may attempt to escape
But in the heat of the moment you will find it has become too personal
For you to continue
Your gold encrusted path of treachery
Retract an arm from the robotic simulation of mutation ridden by roaches and vagrant exfoliation of ashes and dirt
Rip holes in a sheet that covers everything that you've ever wanted to have under your belt
Did it hurt did it hurt when it sunk its teeth in
Did it stop did it stare did it give you a reason
Stop now look down become psychoactive
Turn around spin the ground walk through the wall