Grip

I'm on the outside looking at
A zombie paradox
Left in the abyss to suffer
Lost in my thoughts

This society
Is tightening it's grip on me
Ecstasy comes when set free
Fate, Something real
Revenge is sorrow that i feel
Revolt against a mass appeal

I'm coming
Just as time slows down

A moral anarchist
That cannot follow through
With one thing leads to another fix
Anarchists crawl into

This society
Is tightening it's grip on me
Ecstasy comes when set free
Feed my empty skull
Blackout the dull, unyeilding
Egocentric mass appeal