Dementia Access — Napalm Death

Prolonged exposure, in a world where I try to belong.

I try to belong.

Character cessation, on a major scale of depression.

Declining sense of fear, a fear that is growing, that some divine treason is making me feel like nothing.

Dementia access, dementia access.

Wide awake as I await sentence, resisting to be forced access.

Dementia access, dementia access.

My immunity lessens every day, I hope salvation relieves my disdain.