The path of least resistance, a straight line from here to nowhere. Nothing but silence of mind remains.
Standing in line at the guillotine to be liberated from the burden of free thought.
No sense of consequence - take another bite. Devolve (This might hurt). Devole (In fact it does hurt). Devolve (But you've already learnt to like it).
Idiots rule.
Zombie parading the trick or treat, disguised to look human. Dead skin contortionist, hunger for what you can never be.
All that you've ever known - something's missing. Devolve. Devolve. Devolve.
"Cut the vein all the way through, to the bone. Have some fun with it, like someone said. Give it some time and let the sedatives and the euphoria of bloodloss set in. Enjoy that swimming feeling, saviour this."
When the time comes to move I will deactivate my sense of humanity. These words will be how I wield my hatchet.
Do you think you'll see me coming?
From here on out there will be no forgiveness. No further pretense of mutual bonds, you and I have nothing in common. Remember your name and know it will be erased.