People tell me I look like hell
Well I am hell
I got a torture-chamber orchestra and a delirium hotel
I got a hallucination rattlesnake to twist my sk**s through
You're my friend, but I'm gonna k** you. Somebody's got to monitor all this darkness, darkness, darkness
Somebody's got to locate the bomb. Dot com.
Somebody's got to break out through the night so starless starless
Those who would overthrow the status quo Sold like smoke thrown into the sky, gotta cry, gotta cry, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go
Target Arab Sheik MK ultra satellite blow up k** the pain, let it rain, let it rain I will disengage your mastery until all your love is blasphemy
The I'll break in through you idiocies and twist your desire hideously
And when you're the object of complete derision I'll make you a star on television
Then if you want fame and it's greatest strength speak to my girl friday the thirteenth
Got no background, got no files
Come down the cable, Black Hawk, ground zero, no flight zone. All alone, all alone,all alone