I was then lured in by their seduction my intentions drawing me further to learn more of this you see
Masquerading it in the Guise of a dream with slow caresses bringing me to a height I'd never been
As my lips parted I was slow in the head by taking the drag I suddenly felt different and heard "we are in!"
Procrastination is their quill as they scrutinize and ridicule the pages of what I live they likewise feel
I need to break free from my Iron Maiden dipping the quill in my blood to write them back to their cell