(from "Death Is Righteous" album)



Never sleep, not too deep, night or day

Never think, let your brain cells all decay

Try. Try. Control yourself, try to shut your eyes

Boiling, itching, dead night screaming

Hallucinate your life before you die



Go back and walk alone



Walk



Come, and be my puppet my

Son, and when you are

Done, go back to walk with the

Dead, go back to walk with the



Not alive, not quite right in the head

Yes you breathe, but you can just as well be dead

Lost. Lost. ''Where am I?'' what's that rancid smell?

It's you that smells of old decay

Don't sleep, lose grip, just slip into my hell



Go back and walk alone



Walk



Come, and be my puppet my

Son, and when you are

Done, go back to walk with the

Dead, go back to walk with the



Around you walk for miles with a feeling of regret

Not knowing why you hold the gun and ask "am I dead yet"?



Over dose on your sleeping pills

Bow your head, obey to my will

Slip away and drown in the dream

Bleeding eyes wake up to the scream



Can't hang on, losing grip, you are up

Oh the joy, it's another sleepless night

Stop. Stop. Stop the scream, can't handle anymore

Pick up the knife, and end my life

I'm cutting deep, oh sweet death here I



Come, and be my puppet my

Son, and when you are

Done, go back to walk with the

Dead, go back to walk with the dead