[instrumental]

<i>["poetry without words, so delicately arousing, taking you away beyond mere notes to where crystal ann's ethereal beauty seems more like a presence than simple song."]</i>

<i>["a young girl, terrified, there's something out there. but is it real? it must be, because it's watching her. her pleas for comfort and reassurance are ignored, and soon, all she has left is her imagination... and that's the most terrifying thing of all."]</i>

alice isn't frightening
alice aren't you scared
alice isn't is wonderful
living life afraid
don't look around the corner
i might be lurking there
under the bed at night
you're up till dawn again

alison hell, your mind begins to fold
alison hell, aren't you growing cold
alison hell, you are looking blue
alice in hell, what else can you do

alice

i begin my rule, life hideous in your mind
crying out, you've lost your doll
it isn't worth a dime

alison hell, your mind begins to fold
alison hell, aren't you growing cold
alison hell, what are you looking for
alice in hell, soon i close the door

sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone
no one listened to your fears, you've created me

alice isn't frightening
alice aren't you scared
i was killed at birth
i shoot this final scene
you're in the basement
you're trapped insanity

alison hell, what were you looking for
alison hell, as i close the door
alison hell, here you shall dwell
alison hell, alice dwells in hell

alice

alice
alison
alice
in hell

goodbye

<i>["death seen through the eyes of the dying and a summons from the great beyond to join the masses of lapsed lives. mystery and, sometimes, fantasy. theory and legend. the plight of dying or the fight to freedom? a supernatural transition to a world that is known only in dreams and in death. welcome..."]</i>

catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp
born into death, will you take the risk
see buckets and buckets, yeah buckets of sin
you'll never end and can never begin

welcome to your death

welcome to your death
welcome to your death

no forest of pleasure or fields of pain
high-rise at night see the pavement of stain
a beckoning hand from those who were slain
now you can sleep again

welcome to your death
welcome to your death
welcome to your death

i take the night and i stretch it wide
and i see all, you hide, i died
so slip right in, sip the wine
the caution flashes but the water's fine

welcome to your death
welcome to your death
welcome to your death

<i>["hatred in its personified form surely is the devil itself. those who are weak are easily controlled by this emotion so destructive and overpowering. the capacity to hate lies dormant in each one of us and when in full force, it changes who we are, as if by possession."]</i>

all throughout the centuries, existing year to year
lives on this powerful entity to thrive on pain and fear
a derelict of heavenly gods, a feeling from within
weakened minds are perfect prey, corrosion will begin

some won't fight, the battle is forsaken
show no might, the dark side has awakened

even in the holiest the curious can be found
their wonderment is dangerous as virtue is but bound
moral codes, broken
what's the sin that lurks within, the burning emotion of hatred

some won't fight, the battle is forsaken
show no might, the dark side has awakened

wicked mystic

hatred lurks in all of us, no one is exempt
it's proof of evil in our souls, is this the tempter's intent
a derelict of heavenly gods, a feeling from within
weak minds are perfect prey for corrosion to begin

some won't fight, the battle is forsaken
show no might, the dark side has awakened

wicked mystic
wicked mystic, mystic

<i>["the realisation of fantasy beyond what is pleasurable. seizure of both mind and soul as lust and passion overcome their bodies in rhythmic waves of sexual delight. gushing energies generate intense erotic sensations, fulfilling every imaginable yearning. the ultimate gratification of physical love."]</i>

excess perversion, and we'll never let it end
you and i are making a private legend
we've got the hunger, got the thirst
you want it slow, our bodies glow, nails rake my back

tongue licks sweet parade
animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade
dripping wet, we laugh at this charade
screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade

gratification, do you want some more
on the bed, entangled on the floor
feel my eyes burn, we writhe until the dawn
tease and please, humility is gone

tongue licks sweet parade
animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade
dripping wet, we laugh at this charade
screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade

come on
what are you waiting for...

excess perversion, and we'll never let it end
you and i are making a private legend
feel my eyes burn, feel everything
on my knees, but i reign as your king

tongue licks sweet parade
animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade
dripping wet, we laugh at this charade
screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade

<i>["white coats swarm about the patient. they've come to see inside his head. white coats say he's incoherent and tell him that he's sick. straps and restraints don't hold back the horrible visions, and the syrup in the syringe only causes them to melt into a vile blob. they don't understand his monosyllabic utterances, yet the patient babbles on in his foreign tongue... lobotomy."]</i>

closets of my mind destroyed, as i enter outward from a void
corpses white have strapped me down, i rise above then fall
tactual hallucination, cockroaches infest the wall

psychic pain on ice, i hurt
devoid strength my life, inert
anger fills they're shocked me back
white corpses turn to black
i run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all

word salad, no ballad
word salad, no ballad

diabolic plot, a toy, my brain the corpses to destroy
prick my arm, injection fed, it's poison, i'm no fool
tetanus shot, be sure it's not, i wish i were at school
closets of my mind destroyed, but i enter inward, black void
hatred turned to apathy, led down this black abyss
good night, farewell you pig from hell, this world i shall not miss

word salad, no ballad
word salad

woken up from death, nausea
catatonic stupor, anoxia
remaining still i hold onto a sense of permanence
negativistic fear of pain, algophobic life sentence
moral, physical decay, hatred withered away
scourge of god he makes me pay, i shall not live or die
vegetative judgement passed, my only thought to cry

<i>["there are so many people in my mind, all trying to speak at once. how can it be so quiet on the outside when there is such a confused noise in my head? my brain is racing, pounding. i want to be free and happy, but the voices are so angry, they contradict my wish to be content. voices. voices. will i never be alone?"]</i>

<i>["schizos (are never alone) part i"]</i>

schizos are never alone
schizos are never alone

<i>["schizos (are never alone) part ii"]</i>

schizos are never alone
schizos are never alone

<i>["edgar allen poe's strange tale of a gentleman whose true love succumbs to a fatal illness, is retold in the true fashion of the bizarre. a dreamy, drug induced state is no escape from the pain felt after losing his beautiful ligeia. in time, he remarries. soon after, however, wife number two falls ill and becomes comatosed. life now drained from her body, an odd cry is heard from her death bed. the eyes stare back... ligeia is reborn."]</i>

i do not remember, where we did meet
lengthened years have built my mind, memories undeo
yet with instability one thing stands too clear
lady perfection, mystery, of whom i shed a tear

airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
cured of her malady, could this be my lost;
ligeia

airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
cured of her malady, could this be my lost;
ligeia

sickness fell upon ligeia, all knew she would die
midnight came to lay her rest, farewell
opium dreams, grief-stricken years, i took another bride
replacing that which i did have, ligeia why

airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
cured of her malady, could this be my lost;
ligeia

airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
cured of her malady, could this be my lost;
ligeia

chronic disease, my luck cursed
my new wife has died

coming from her bed of death, i thought i heard her cry
could a corpse cold, stiff, sedate, sob in the bed it lie
approaching her, i chilled to stone, for it did swiftly rise
i can never be mistaken, there were, they were ligeia's eyes

airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
cured of her malady, could this be my lost;
ligeia

air woven divinity, tears shed, vitality
cured of her malady, yet this is my lost;

<i>["incarcerated in an age old asylum , his cell runs rampant with menacing little creatures who flaunt their freedom by roaming so freely. powerless to the cruelty and extreme disconcern of his human restraints, he finds timeless contentment by playing officer, judge and executioner over his 'cell mates'. the final sentence is always obliteration."]</i>

psychotic tendencies have put me here for life
dreams of smashing little things before they ruin my life
find means capable of smothering a flea
extermination is their end, escaping not from me

retaliate
decapitate - i love to see them bleed
annihilate
i am human insecticide

creepy black mass, i see one down below
prepare to strike, act quickly now, strike the fatal blow
extinguishing the menace, they will know my name
destroying these, the lives of waste, delivered now to pain

retaliate
decapitate - i love to see them bleed
annihilate
i am human insecticide

asphyxiate the flame of life
from hatred they will die
power kept in my control
their souls are caged with mine

expelled from life, they cannot hide, i will find them out
their game's lost, i hunt them down, their end without a doubt
psychotic tendencies, my dreams are coming true
my plans are set without repent, i'm tightening the screw

retaliate
decapitate - i love to see them bleed
annihilate
i am human insecticide