Torture Ship

It all makes so much sense now How could I have been so wrong If you want to survive you have to die a thousand times first Your past becomes history The future is now Growing pains, mature toward suffering There is no good or bad anymore, only sensations Feel the blood rushing through your brain Every nerve screams in protest of existing You can no longer fear pain Stop the attachments to that which will take you nowhere You have to kill if you want to stay alive And that's what this is about Survival Don't lose sight of that fact The sear becomes new again Rid yourself of the filth of comfort Within in the strife you will find the creature You were truly meant to become You are not that which surrounds you You are not who you've been shaped to be You are the fire burning in your chest Either burn out or die forgotten And you have to be remembered Even if it tears you apart Don't be like the others Don't die before the grave THE FUTURE IS NOW THE FUTURE IS NOW