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Sometimes I feel like my body isn't mine
Manipulated by another who is stronger than I
Crawling up my nostril like a tendril of smoke
Seeping in my pores until my muscles go lax

I knew the voices just kept getting stronger
Blending with my thoughts, binding with my dreams
Can't take it any longer
Feeling slightly tainted, stained
Lost the grip and now I'm drained
Sucked dry by something else
Something refusing to be contained

Too late is realization brought
Can't play with dark forces and not get caught
Demonic presence summoned twice
Locked in place I tossed the dice
Should've never dealt in souls
Invited them into my life
Once they've fed they never leave
Now I cannot speak or breathe

Mind is clouded in a fog
Hazy, weighed down in a bog
They like it here in this filmy wasteland
Wrapping round and round like a rubberband
Sinking to the depths of the murky lake
Of a mind always half awake
Feeling sick, alive but dead
The demons have been fed
Growing like yeast and I'm the rising bread
Who is in control?

My lungs are dry, saliva cold
Eyes unfocused as the creatures take hold
Partially possessed by something
At unrest while my heart is thumping
Being driven like a vehicle
Not made of steel but flesh and blood
My brain the clutch, my soul the fuel
Running on E, full speed
I'm a tool

Dangle from a string
Like a puppet
Submission brings suffering
But you love it
Possessed, you start to fall behind
A slimy drug slowly gnawing away at your mind