Drifting Away, Relapsing, Softly Loosing It, As You're Pulled Into The Spiral Of Irresistible Urge To

Drifting away, relapsing, softly loosing it, as you're pulled into the spiral of irresistible urge to drop. Because there's nothing better than being blank and empty - so much, that anything and everything can be poured into your head.

Peace of mind behind your glistening eyes is all that's left when you let go, when you finally let it all happen. As you bathe in the void, drowning deeper in your mindlessness, you will absorb every word and concept they want you to absorb.

Heavier and heavier, like a soaked sponge, you'll give out all your juices to their use. Just as it should be. Just as they prepared you. Dripping to the sound of their voice, dropping on the snap of their fingers. Always ready, always there. Their little toy they can play with, in any way they want.