Fleshgrind - A Legion Of Illusions

As I'm choking her
What could she be thinking
That her life is seconds from ending

That there is no hope for her
As I feel her frantic plea at my fingers
Her hands grasping at her surroundings

Her waving legs wrapped around myself
The madness in my eyes is amazing
As I feel her piercing stare to be a reflection of my own

A legion of illusions, to escape in her thoughts
As uncontrollable as her frenzy, her delerium
As uncontrollable the desire for every one of her last breaths

She should just give up...
What does she have to live for?
What motivates her?
What makes her resist the imperative?