In sepia tone I rush through these closed doors   Botching every attempt I make to keep wheezing   Time gnawing at my ankles through the sinew   With frantic eyes I pose a turbulent threat   All at once you're spreading disease   Infecting everyone that comes in contact   I was sleeping before any of this even happened   The ebb and flow has pasteurized this blood of mine   Panic rushes through sentient thoughts of fight or flee   I can offer no aid but the hand that strangled me   My eyes lead me to possible escape   Intercepted by a figure with a mirror head engaged   Opening his mouth I came to hear him speak   I see you have had an encounter with- It's tearing me to pieces   Keep it togeth- The pressure is crushing me   Don't stop breathing- Nerve endings are screaming   There's no antidote for this ailment   No end to potential perpetual chaos   Your world of black and white has never seemed so small   No end to potential perpetual chaos   Quickly now we haven't time for utter mundane thought process