The Worst of It

I was warned that this day may come
 The splitting of this cage that contains free will
 I cannot feel, yet I feel everything
 The unmistakable tearing of my insides
 I merely watch as my cells burn alive
 There is no way I could ever salvage them
 We've been deceived
 There's no reprieve
 No hope for mercy
 My insides are being purged
 Vacuumed into a vacant fucking grave
 My useless flesh, no longer a prison
 Better suited for rot and decay
 Praying for the day I never feel again
 My final cycle of misery
 We set the stage for our own dismissal
 Signing ourselves to a life of evil
 A burning mass of useless flesh
 The final phase of penitence
 I can no longer feel a connection to myself
 I am running from this state of mind
 Omit control, bleeding from the inside
 If I could fight this demon that dwells beneath
 I pray you finally escape
 I've discovered too much pain inside
 Knowing that one day life will end
 Setting the stage for our own dismissal
 Signing ourselves to a life of evil
 Extinction is a plague of sin
 So overwhelming is the feeling of nothing
 Synaptic pulses sputter out and die
 What have I left behind?
 The legacy of a hypocrite
 What do we leave behind?
 The fucking worst of it