L. Wolf, M. Wolff
Mean dirty joe
Where did you go
Stole your best friends
Love away
Left without a sound
Look at you r face
Cold hard disgrace
Guilty of a broken trust
Oh, took his heart and
Threw it down
Mean dirty joe
Carry that load
Maybe you regret it now
Maybe you just don't
Now you're alone
Run down the road
Shouldn't have done that
Dirty deed
Oh, now you best keep
Movin' on
Where did you go
Where did you go
Go
You're really all alone
All alone
Now you cannot go home
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