self destruction has never been so slow and cleannand I get this feeling like waking from a dream,nevery action just a fraction of some grander schemenof some movement I can't seenbut I'll make it through this hellnall faculties employednwho gives a piece of themself to watch it be destroyed?nand sure as the morning you'll be asking how I've beennif not numb and automatic then I'm just feeling meannnot keeping busy, not keeping cleannbut you'd be best not to see me divide myselfnall faculties employednreach out a hang for helpnscream for change into a voidnyou expect nothing, you're never dissapointednI was a fool to have expected anything from you