Running: through a blur of motion
   Out of context; I've lost my ground
   Only destruction in my mind
   Obeying another sensless command
  
   My senses: divided
   Providing no useful information
   Waiting for my death
   With indifferent anticipation
  
   I'm the calm in the heart of the storm
   The steady axis in this dance of death
   I'm the calm in the heart of the storm
   My existence; re-created breath by breath
  
   Chaos all around
   Human limbs rearranged
   A collage made out of living flesh
   Perception of reality now estranged
  
   Sudden motions in my periphery
   I turn around too late
   It's time to shake the hand of fate
   On my tongue the taste of death