Shut down
The quickest kind
Small probes fuck the inner mind
Some kind of metal invades the inner shrine
Anchored pride and ignorant joy
Freedom of the few has been destroyed
The lovers in my state,
The heroes in my head
The probes keep infecting
And spreading the dead
Exposed and rotten, soon to be forgotten
Raw and sick, shutting down quick
Words of passage, words never said
Words of others, out of their heads
A lonely cost is pending,
A heavy load smashing
Mental breakdown
Eyes are crashing
Infections of metal
Infections of dread
Infections made by man
Consuming the head.