Welcome to this empty room, full of thorns, full of depression Here bones of chrome eat the flesh, and rust floods like blood With a meathook grin he says: "Watch me as I kill myself, again" Nails grow out from his arms And stench of scorched flesh fills the air
Horizontal decapitation - fills the air Vertical crucifixion - fills the air
Razor sharp leaves fall into vortex of nothingness Mushroom cloud effect inside consciousness
Meltdown in the looking glass Can there be life in death? Twisted travesty looking back from the mirror Black hole eyes and mouth sewed shut Standing in a shower of Crystal Blue
Can there be life without flesh? Can there be life in death?
Into contaminated blood you shall lay yourself to rest New found fountain of life Gives you relief from your mortal coil In the form of certain death Meltdown in the looking glass Into contaminated blood you shall lay yourself to rest New found fountain of life Gives you relief from your mortal coil Some smell lemons, others stench of decay
Stand in a shower of crystal blue All this behind those black eyes Stand in a shower of crystal blue Meltdown in the looking glass
Spine of sanity structured into thousands of pieces Thousands of pieces transformed into sand Running through hourglass of existence Running towards the inescapable end Silvery warheads pierce the flesh
Head on to war War to all All to void
Burning red erases the landscape All this behind those black eyes