Pump Action Catatonia

A cold call
From the other side
Can you feel it?
'Cus I can't fucking breathe
Denials, a bitch
That burrows
Deluding
Hanging this dog by its leash

Losing everything I have
At the cost of a possession
Of a valiant and burning soul
Idealistic for the regressive
This form
It needs its purpose
And I am fucking over it

Under the dark
Behind the river
Fated to suffer
I want to die here
I will deliver

Am I just fucking deluded
Or have I located the hive
Merely just flesh designed
To take the terminal dive

A cosmic slave to the rhythm
Eating my own tail
An ouroboros of a human
An improvised
Walking weapon system

'Cause I can't fucking breathe
Hanging this dog by its leash

Burden by the burn
Hunters blood is earned
Burden by the burn
Craving all the hurt

It's coursing through
My grey matter, like my ancestors too
Pulsating through my blood disguised as Will
Thought to be defective by design
But God made me to fucking kill