Strange voices speak to me Is it true? How can it be? Hidden under my bed Something's creeping up my bed
Strange people, strange places Change their feelings, change their faces Shades of grey in the night You know I'm freezing inside
I thought I saw It was a product of public relation ? moved It was a spasm of my imagination Finally I open my eyes They're waiting for me in filthy disguise I saw chameleons keep their place What a beauty, what a grace
Paralyzed on the left Cutting my brain Sensory area Ribbed with pain Ribbed with pain
Definition shifting Segregation ? with ? Helpless among the helpless Skull fission Provoke me We've got bullets Bullets