(Jeff Lain)
Suicide is ripping through my brain
Chaos and destruction are haunting me again
A sharpened dagger is clenched within my fist
Its razor edge is longing for my wrist
A voice inside, chanting lawlessness to me
Seducing promises of true iniquity
A ghastly grin, beginning to emerge
As thoughts of sin and wickedness begin to converge
The Necronomicon underneath my bed
Seeking something for my psycho-sickened head
Calling out in the darkness of the hour
Evil spirits show me harrowing power
Degenerate beings tell me never, never fear
The candle flickers as my end is drawing near
I spit in the face of the God who wants to save
As my soul begins to weaken to the whispers form the grave
Whispers... of chaos!
Whispers... of chaos!
Whispers... of chaos!
Screams of doom!
A dripping dagger
Blood all over the floor
The demons laughing as I
Gaze down in horror
What have I done?
Knowing now that I'm no longer in control
Someone has become between myself and my soul
Blackened figures surrounding me in my room
Mocking me as I face impending doom
I hear them chanting evil in the darkness to me
I cry in desperation out to God to set me free
As the fires of hell itself are licking at my feet
I hear the sirens now, I hope they're coming for me