Where is your ghost?
I want to acquire it and gather all of the memories to keep protected.
Your body isn't deadly cold,
As far as I can tell,
But it's been altered, along with your intellect by imbeciles.
Conspirators that present enticing potions, designed for your modification.
The first drop absorbed on your tongue is the start of a mental genocide.
More consumption of the elixir is more essentials for the inaugurated to win control over your sanity.
And I've noticed that your battle has been lost,
You've let the puppet masters attach strings to your carcass to play a completely offbeat role.
That's not you.
I'm searching for your natural trueness.
~D
