cannot ease the fever flaming in your eyfs   can't close out the frequence lusting for the lie   when your depression slowly leaves   the world around you starts to burn   won't feel it coming   won't feel anything at all      last transmission      way down in seclusion - the icon of your fear   let your eyes believe you see it all so clear   desperation is the only thing you couldn't live without   can you hear them screaming?   no, can't hear anything at all