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, starless
Those who would overthrow
The status quo
Soul 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
Then I'll break in through you idiocy
And twist your desire hideously
Then when you're the object
Of complete derision
I'll make you a star on television
Then if you want fame at
A greatest strength
Speak to my girl Friday
The thirteenth
Got no background, got no files
Crawl through the cable black op
Ground zero, no flight zone.
All alone, all alone, all alone
This is a story which is
Based on a true story,
Which is based on a lie
Don't jack with me, Sahib I'm history.
Don't jack with me, Lucielle,
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone.