Alterations - Invocator

You’ve got this weird feeling of fear

That someone’s watching you close

You must demean yourself to calm it

Down with some stuff of sickening chill

But an explicit, deceptive effect

Forces you to take more

It’s the fictitious world you’re dying in

So death is condign!

Please point out the way that’s right

Please bring me a nice dream this night

One that can relief my questions

The one of life alterations!

It seems like I am the only one to care

But I’m not the one to blame

Are you just careless concerning your own health?

Or have you just lost your sense?

How can I hide that I’m so tired of

The carefree deaf humanity

When the punishment, decay and disease

Are beyond all your beliefs!

Why do I have so many questions

And not one single answer to them?

I am so helpless alone here

And yet it’s crowded up

Nobody to call my inner self

And make me wake up

I am dying slowly from deep within

Do you have a space for me?

Why haven’t anyone told me all

And everything about life?

Just about the womb from where I was born

Is there anyone to blame?

Is heaven a place for those who prey

And not for some like me?

Why not entomb me in a hole

And I’ll just rot in peace?