Texty:
Kitchen Knife Conspiracy Worst Case In Stereo

Skin of gray, eyes of darkness In the shadows, bloody victims die Satan Nocturnal Blasphemous Nosferatu Demon spawn so intriguing In the dead night you

Deny everything, nothing is real, Rely on no one, opportunity steals Tighten your collar and loosen your belt As the rich get richer, the poor go to

Life is like a pressure riot and my head is caving in You wanna see me stoned, you wanna cough a little You wanna trench pill zones, you're gonna puke

Why is it that I wear this straight jacket and the reasons for what A slave for your gain, scapegoat for the pain It's selfish--it's sickness--it's fetish

It starts like this when I wake up Everybody's gone, smiles turn to dust Nausea sickness blindly shaking, projectile vomiting quivering to me, everybody