The maggots rake my addled brain
Bringing disease torture and pain
Iron will has started to rust
Hope now fading into dust
To this plight I owe my captor
And in my head I hear its laughter
It mocks my failed master plan
As I seek someone’s helping hand
Demon’s boot upon your throat, bring it to its knees
Fan the flame in your heart, take fate where you please
But half open my eyes still see
A distant mirage of what should be
Mammoth wall stands in my way
A mirror reflects a devil at play
So hear I stand far off the road
Desolate desert is now my abode
Shards of glass carried by the wind
Glinting last chance to change my end
Demon’s boot upon your throat, bring it to its knees
Fan the flame in your heart, take fate where you please
And seeing how all’s not lost, though
Of destruction my own seeds sow
Time too short to seek another one
I’ve reached the end, help will not come
Constant consciousness taking shape
This my trump card and none too late
The urgent voice it calls for thee
The one alone who can set me free
Demon’s boot upon your throat, bring it to its knees
Fan the flame in your heart, take fate where you please
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