Wired Shut Disease

Crawl inside my hollow skin. Silence screams, it pulls me in.

Shadows gnawing through my veins. Prayer rots, it leaves its stains.

Dirt-soaked hands can't wash away. Truth decomposes where liars prey. Drown me slow

in your machine. I can't wake from this disease. I am broken, wired shut.

Bleeding out from paper cuts. Drag me under, hear me choke. Burn the ashes,

breathe the smoke. Melting faces, static rain. Love is rust and so is

pain. Hollow tongues still bite and spit. Feed me fire, I'll swallow it.

Drown me slow in your machine. I can't wake from this disease. I am broken,