Through the Stargate

I can feel the pressure surround me
Why can’t all this noise just cease to be?
I wonder if the gravity is pulling me through the eye of a needle
My mind is on the edge of a forgotten memory
Questions that will haunt me
Will there ever be any relief?
My renewal’s just begun, before mankind is undone
Spiraling through empty space, look of terror on my face
And I take that terror, and frame it on my wall
On display for all to see what is happening to me
And now I have seen the truth, for whatever it is worth
I’m the product of my youth and civilization’s birth
Mutated sample
Infected breed
Brought to life on a whim
Destined only to bleed
I can feel the pressure surround me
My mind is on the edge of collapsing in on me
Answers that will haunt me
Will there ever be any relief?
So I take my terror and frame it on my wall
On display for all to see
What is happening to me?