Ooh don't hate me if I break under the strain

   Analyzed, crucified
   Caught on Satan's wing
   Angels of night
   Vultures in flight
   I've a love for the fatal things

      All these and many more
      Float within my lobes
      Colors dancing
      Blood-red oozing
      From liquid strobes

   Come see the visions
   Come feel the pain
   Of sores that never heal
   And then my friend
   Well, maybe you'll see
   How my world's
   Become unreal

      Kissing the night
      And cursing the morning
      Must be a crime
      Dismembered
      From the faith of youth
      And doing my time

   Culture-shocked eyes
   That hide the fears
   Eroded cheeks
   From acid tears
   Where every smile
   Escapes from my face
   To seek refuge
   In a happier place

      And my mind
      It screams to be free
      And to find the structure
      My mind
      It screams to be free
      From what's possessing me

   Now don't hate me if I break under the strain


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