Satan Rejected My Soul; As Low As

It's The Refuge For The Mentally Deficient. It's Made By Dull People For Dull People.

A Heartless Hand On My Shoulder A Push And It's Over Alabaster Crashes Down Six Months Is A Long Time Tried Living In The Real World Instead Of A Shell But Before I Began I Was Bored Before I Even Began

I Don't Dream About Anyone - Except Myself

I Can Smell Burning Flesh... And I Hope To God It's Human.

I Always Seem To Be Singing Against The Grain.