Symptoms of Survival

I rip my flesh to become a victim of control

each fallen sun is a testament to my destruction

fight to the death

without a victor

they order me to shed my humanity as I grip the cold steel

they move with wicked intention

to pollute our minds

sedate our senses

scarred by society

hell is constant in our surroundings

we flip the coin and I become the enemy

I will take your life or you take mine

our blood strikes a chord in the symphony of war

domination in my veins

life must end for those I face

I have no mercy left for you

symptoms of survival

I will take your life or you take mine