Devouring of the senses to tame the darkness within

Dissolution of the synaptic senses & my blood does boil again.
A chemical lobotomy which release's all natures pain.
seeking unknown pleasure's but my rage is buried deep,
hidden in the dungeons of rapid eye movement sleep.
A crushing wall of consciousness blinding all life
If common sense is a weapon, against peoples endless strife?
then free, reasoning from my carcass and enter into hell
come sing the song of lunacy and dance and scream and yell.

That a normal life is never for us to live as blinded fools!!
sharpen your mind my friends, become your darkest tools

Because our paths are razor's, of purest brilliance and direst of deed.
Pushed on by true fear & self loathing and a desire to tame our need.
To reach some light and meaning for this darkest path of our's
and shed some reptile skin to deliver us from our final hour's