To Us

From twisted emotions
To infected thoughts
We all suffocate

Pieces of feelings
Pieces of you
Loneliness freezes our rights
Shall we arise?

Abbysal grey wastes us
Hope is now a tragedy
Buried deep in psykron's ground
Life runs black as thy wrote it

I'm scared of you
My sister told me
What have you become?

The fazium I has begun
Shall we all abort?
Plasticised cells all over us

Shall we kill us immediatly?
The prototype ten wants to live

To us!