Desolation devours my heart, Dripping and covered in rot Blood clots, these stains won't wash I'm lost, creeping through fog Smog clogs black lungs I'm high strung From my spine column. Surrounded by all, Surrounded by one. No one's really there, Company is an illusion Friends are a delusion, Imaginary and elusive. Things that don't exist, Poke, pick, and twist The human condition Stoking a flame But the heat's amiss.