Texty: Metal Church. Blessing In Disguise. Of Unsound Mind.

A man exists alone hidden by a shell touched in such a wicked way
No one could ever tell is what he sees for real? Or only in his mind?
The staring of the old man's eyes chills him deep inside

It is the eye that will destroy him
Stuck in the mind it is the eye
That will destroy me stuck in my mind

He plots the awful deed, he know it must be done
Precision of a madman's mind his goal is only one
Is what he sees for real, the evil eye, the sun
His pain and fear must lay to rest piece by piece it's done

It is the eye that will destroy him
Stuck in the mind it is the eye
That will destroy me stuck in my mind

Twisting and tortured scars on my brain
No one can touch me in here
Trapped, fighting, driven to kill
Forced to live with my fear

When will it end? What can I do?
Who will believe? Why is this fear haunting me?

The end is the cure, the only way out
To numb the source of my pain
Death to life is insanity the anger is growing again

When will it end? What can I do?
Who will believe? Why is this fear haunting me?

How can he stand to bear the pounding of his heart?
Something really must be done before he's torn apart
Is what he hears for real, the heartbeat in his head
I hear the pounding of his heart, but I know the man is dead

It is the eye that will destroy him
Stuck in the mind it is the eye
That will destroy me stuck in my mind