Clawing, Clawing, Never Cutting Through - ZAO

You exist, dead star vacuum

Dismembered progress

Subliminal public display

You insist, it reawakens

A phantom floats behind you

Its breath falls cold on your neck

You can never bring it here

You can never will yourself back

The harder that you try

The more your mind will crack

You enlist, raw nerve rotting

Control the herd

Through light, image and word

You resist, tasked to suffer

Self-made martyr

Drunk on tears of sympathy

You can never bring it here

You can never will yourself back

The harder that you try

The worse your mind will crack

Kick against the pricks

Reach into the past

Through the thorns and glass

Grasp onto the nothingness

You dismiss the systematic

Deny your evolution

While acting like an animal

You are the hands of Mammon

Shape-shifting mask builders from planes of sterile trust

Non-phototactic spoon-fed narcissists that keep clawing

(never cutting through)