Tangled, in the roots of the past. An insect lingers, Unable to find a way out of this maze. Dead vines choke out the light. Trapped, decayed husk, empty casket. Blood stains the veneer. Restless drudge, hostage to a guilty conscience. Tossing, turning all night. Irrepressibly bleeding, thoughts spilling out, brains leaking. I’m neck deep in twisted bed sheets, but serenity is so fleeting. Out of sight, but always in my mind, reciting lines as flashbacks of life rewind. Goodnight love, tuck in and sleep tight, but no one’s around when the bed bugs bite. The hands on the clock, coming at me, swinging their blades, at the base of my neck. I’m always fighting just to get through the end of the day. The hands on the clock keep on ripping and tearing away, at the base of my neck, But I know everything will be okay. Stoke the flame. Tick tock, time never sleeps. Beyond the day that we’re six feet deep. Cradled in the arms of chaos, Recounting every day that I’ve lost. Out of sight, but always in the back of my mind. Another day, another night, the curse of mankind. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. I’ve grown tired of counting sheep. Clench my eyes and grind my teeth. Hold my breath, with no release. Find no rest, and find no peace. Bury my mistakes with me. A crop yielded from bitter seeds. I’ll cut the roots and burn the trees. Because I make mistakes, but my mistakes do not make me. Despondency gaudily knocks at the door. I won’t let it in, I won’t let it in. The venom of heartache is blooming once more. I won’t let it win, I won’t let it win. Sorrow and misery stalking my core. I won’t let them in, I won’t let them in. Aggression, depression, dissension and scorn. I won’t let them win, I won’t let them win. Echoes, pulsing archaic broadcast. Embers rekindled. Go forth and venture into the fog door. Shadows can’t choke the light. Spared, unbound curse of an outcast. Bonfire restored. Raise your torch, forge the path, build a new form. Cut and burn out the blight. Restless in silence, sleepless in darkness, exhausted and lifeless. Doomed in a bed of chaos. Shut it down. Fire storm. Strike a match, burn everything. The age of fire, the all consuming. Raise your torch, summon the flame. We will rebuild and grow through our pain. Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn the vines keeping you bound. Burn, Burn, Burn. Rip all the roots from the ground. Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn and rebuild in the ash. Burn, Burn, Burn, Learn to let go of the past. We are Hollowing.