All those stupid morons put this world into the deep;
But nothing really troubles me, I'm out of my wit.
The only true emotion rises right out of my sleep.
So every morning I wake up to find another trip.

Through the hell
Into my dwell.
Purge yourself
Before you tell
How hard you love my kinks.
A lot of filth
Falls out of me.
I may foresee,
I may decieve,
I always love to twist.

Sometimes I try to realize the problems of my life;
They all appear in the morning and dissolve in the silent night.
Every day I keep on longing for some new insights;
I'm just a soldier of my past, trained for a Worldwide Fight.

Through the hell
Into my dwell.
Purge yourself
Before you tell
How hard you love my kinks.
A lot of filth
Falls out of me.
I may foresee,
I may decieve,
I always love to twist.

I'm not as vile
As my false style.
You should be mine
To see the shrines
That sprout through my mind.
What do you see?
Just look at me.
The worm that splits
Into red strips,
The fatal crash of time.