The bearer of burden returns with inability to cope with separation anxiety.   It remains to torture me until I breathe and don't scream.    It stays to chip away at me until I sleep and don't dream.      Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue.   Rendering me still, a quadrapalegic in an iron lung.      Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue.   Rendering me still, a quadrapalegic in an iron lung.      On my back with scavengers above, The scent of carrion rotting love.      Master your fear. (X4)