It winds slicklix-like to have a fire site
Perilous thorn in my brain
Parasite nimble with convulsed streams of plasma
Nestles, sure of entry, in my brain
It breeds
It sweats
It burns
It lives
Piece by piece, it knows me, and I know it
Just when it comes and when it goes
It stays by me, in secret, all alone
Whenever I do what it drives me to
It takes a little piece of me and burns it
As a tribute to its god
As its temple and its victim
My blood runs on marble floors
Just like some insane circulation
Back into my corroded heart
By then I realize
There's just one door
One door, unlocked
I open the door, and
