The iron clasp of a leviathan hand, it’s tensing around you.
Like cord flexing on a telephone line, a slipped disc it’s a miracle.
A split second from the whimpering pangs, or a memento about you.
Thoughts vexing on an overcast mind, left burst open and hysterical.
Warning signs come present yourselves from spider webs and hidden lairs
A sickening symmetry like left right left, we all plod towards (and fall into) the leviathan black hole
They’re attempting to foil you.
Split wires and a ready made plan; a tripped switch stops the cyclical…
...warning signs, come present yourselves from spider webs and hidden lairs
A sickening symmetry like left right left, we all plod towards (and fall into) the leviathan black hole