morphine this crushing soul is tearing me apart a leather-gloved fist giving shape to my heart pounding against mirrors bound by walls of its lust I struggle not to follow but must we would meet at the heart the deal that was made on the slab laid out for death gathering debts to be paid rising up against my breath pulling it back tubes inside my chest I woke up in a sea of morphine my soul had faces that I’d never seen grabbing my hair pulled above the room filled with liquid and reflections of me my eyes were so blazed I couldn't even scream slipping back under to live another dream