thers a schizoid pain thats gone insane
so how does your garden grow
when the pleasure of night is no delight
then it seems i just dont know
just another victim
singing suffering
does this world provide a living
for all that i do bring
in this torniquet of fire and steel
so hard that even hell must kneel
i pass my days but evenly
to the rhythmn of our time
as the nature of the melody
reveals the harmonies of crime