A horrible contraption
made of Billions of moving pieces
Made for cruelty and fear
and other awful reasons

With gnashing teeth like razor blades
and finger nails like fish hooks
To trap you deep within yourself
and scar your lovely looks

With eyes you can't avoid
and a voice that claims your mind
You can't escape this demon
like a twisted fatal bind

You tell yourself it isn't real
it doesn't dictate who you are
but even in these times of peace
it remains your deepest scar

And even with the love you need
to get you through the year
you can't destroy your demon
You can't end all your fear

This awful endless feeling
that remains always unforeseen
must be some crazy apparatus
some kind of Fear Machine