Letras
He pushed play
and heard demonic words.
The speakers culling him close to the beat.
"I come from the water."
The spirit manifesting from the waves
on the magnetic band.
"Do you wanna die?
Don't you wanna feel the release?"
In the reflection,
he could see the depths of his skull in his eyes.
They seemed different.
Their look held something distinctly evil inside.
He tenses his jaw,
incensed with his presence
of mind, as he moves through the kitchen
and reaches out... To take the knife.
Where did it come from?
And where did he go?
A new gate opens in his soul.
His inner being begins to distort.
Far away from the speakers,
but the voice is still present in his mind.
"Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.
Cut the pain away."