Turn of a Screw

The Devil's dungeon has trapped inside

Your cynical thoughts of death

Endless suspicion, driven solely

To trouble your knowledge of release

Twisting and turning I'm urging

Questioned oppression that you deplore

Searching for answers, there are none in store

All leading to reasons of when you will die

Soundless hysteria echoes so loudly

Through channels of your brain

Shredding your lucidity

Caused by the constant driving crave

Seeking and searching you look for the key

Too clever, so never will you be free

Harassing and haunting

Excision of mercy, all ceasing of soundness

Confounded you lose

The foolishness of yourself has found you

Locked up in a cage

Discretion of your brain

Has left you knowledgeless of your Age

You know not yourself, you know not existence

Your insight on life is unknown

You trouble yourself with Theory of Death

Inversion in you has shown

Your mind is in pieces, your conscience is dead

Your activities are restained

You've hounded yourself with Theory of Death

You've driven yourself insane