"Pinhead: The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh.
Joey: I don't believe you.
Pinhead: Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart".
Every word you say Every hour you spend Feeds the dagger In the traitor`s hand
Everyone you trust Everyone you believe in Will be your enemy Life`s a game you cannot win
No trust, no trust In this world of lies No trust, no trust The devil in disguise
But even with this knowledge We keep on searching For someone to trust in For someone to believe in
We are liars to ourselves Even oneself deserves no trust We seek and seek, find empty shells And are backstabbed instantly
No hope for someone who can hide your secrets No hope for someone to release your pain No hope for someone who cares for you No hope, no hope, no trust, no trust