Hypo)Cryptick(Al

What is this fever that makes me tick?
What is this anger that makes me tick?
What is this hate that makes me tick?
I feel my disgust like a taste of sin
I feel my remorse like I have never been
In this dead end solution, this mortal condition
Now facing the face of my saviour’s good-bye
Please take this one last assignment
Turn silent my friends
Welcome fate
We’re in this together
What is this pain that makes me tick?
What is this fear that makes me tick?
What is this noise that makes me tick?
Take the cryptic mind next door
What do you think this room is for?
You came to test my sanity
You had to learn my mind is free
You came to talk but you don’t listen
I try to walk but crawl instead
You know the secrets of aggravation
You know the flaws of every soul
So tired of surviving
So sick of being hunted
So sick of being silent
These words need to be heard