| Wicked Mystic |
| Closets of my mind destroyed, as I enter outward from a void Corpses white have strapped me down, I rise above then fall Tactual hallucination, cockroaches infest the wall Psychic pain on ice, I hurt Devoid strength my life, inert Anger fills they're shocked me back White corpses turn to black I run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all Word salad, no ballad Word salad, no ballad Diabolic plot, a toy, my brain the corpses to destroy Prick my arm, injection fed, it's poison, I'm no fool Tetanus shot, be sure it's not, I wish I were at school Closets of my mind destroyed, but I enter inward, black void Hatred turned to apathy, led down this black abyss Good night, farewell you pig from hell, this world I shall not miss Word salad, no ballad Word salad Woken up from death, nausea Catatonic stupor, anoxia Remaining still I hold onto a sense of permanence Negativistic fear of pain, algophobic life sentence Moral, physical decay, hatred withered away Scourge of god he makes me pay, I shall not live or die Vegetative judgement passed, my only thought to cry |