My disorders, the party, you.
My enemies, the cage, you.
My deliriums, the shackle, you.
My deceptions, the slaughterhouse, you.
My fevers, the torture, you.
I see, in the shadows, a body marked, in blood,
no tomorrow, sore, grinding, confused, fencing,
pierced, silenced.
I bump into a mirror I look at me blurred,
I see him destroyed, killed,
You are me, I am you.