Infantile bed wetter stew for the murder minded
psychotic episodes bending numbers rise in my
flesh count to three brace yourself close your
eyes and call my name I am your Messiah at 106o
followers enter my reality washed impure in the
tears of the unloved now repelled by the stench
of my true love blind incompetent bent on
destroying the knowledge dance as they torment
the dead the bed you set me in will give true
sweet slumber live in infamy shapeless fury lies
of victory enkindle my soul

there is a time for bleeding there is a time for
healing but there is no time to mourn see these
images I paint on these walls surreal as they are
they are my religion feel my stare at your window
you can't see me but I'm there look upon the piss
stained face of an angel and mend it's broken wing
take my hand and be my new true love soaked in sin
white knuckle holocaust disgust and triumph glass
exile burning long progress so I will live as I
have lived and I will live forever