Story Behind the Song
Trying to kill the Monster within. My own struggle with mental illness and anxiety. It will undoubtedly kill me one day.
Lyrics
Social life, throat starts to close, like a Downsect in its death throes. Flatline, heart death, flowing pain, cramping up your left arm vein. Sweat begins to slowly come, bugs will crawl, insane to some. Take your pills, don't be afraid. Sixlegs, thorax, come to me, she said. Flesh inside begins to chill, people near have had their fill. Then you find her waiting there, just what you need, only play fair. Have your cake and eat it too. She's nothing like her, wouldn't you? Redblack hair, Germanic thighs, blackened leather, chrome-dead eyes.
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