I know you
You always rode so tall in the saddle
You are the answer
But I know that you are only causin' trouble
Take all you want, leave me the rest behind
You're a user
A winnin' no new friends, just make one small step
You're a user
You never came to anyone's call
Spent all your life head on the wall
While you're up there, there's only one way to fall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Will never put you together again
You still got your chances
The one thing the whole world loves is a winner
You can't walk on water
With you
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