Running: through a blur of motion Out of context; I've lost my ground Only destruction in my mind Obeying another sensless command My senses: divided Providing no useful information Waiting for my d**h With indifferent anticipation I'm the calm in the heart of the storm The steady axis in this dance of d**h I'm the calm in the heart of the storm My existence; re-created breath by breath Chaos all around Human limbs rearranged A collage made out of living flesh Perception of reality now estranged Sudden motions in my periphery I turn around too late It's time to shake the hand of fate On my tongue the taste of d**h