Abated Mass Of Flesh - Interminable Enslavement

Staring at these ceiling tiles
'Oh God make it stop”
This syringe a foreign affliction
Machines of detection
Repeating observations
Mind prison, life ridden
Where is my comfort found?
Grave bound in pale worship
An end stapled in sight
But time revealed, through trials healed
The glory of Your saving light
Misery calling false fate
Awakened in deception
Watching it all fall apart
Fixed on this condition
I'm giving up, I gave it up Where is my comfort found?
Grave bound in pale worship
An end stapled in sight
But time revealed, through trials healed
The glory of your saving light
There's no escape from myself
Within this hell I have made
Assumptions and conclusions
Led to atrocious awakenings
Misery calling false fate
Awakened in deception
Watching it all fall apart
Fixed on this condition
I'm giving up, I gave it up
Where is my comfort found?