The spores of fear
Grown into permanent terror
Trembling hands sacrifice
To imaginary gods
Their imaginary theater
Turned into reality
Their invasions strain
From within your skull
Quivering, the meat on their bones
Because I’ve imagined another, to another I sacrifice
Nameless soldiers sieging
So that I may be a cacoon for their theater
They’ve come for my imagination
They’ve come for your imagination
I feel the pressure in your head
Someone is delving in my mind
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