It's been so long
since I became the undead
spreading my stain on the world
from all the slaves I've bled

carve a swastika into your head
dance around a fire wearing goat skin legs
the cult of personality none shall resist
I'm bigger than then the devil combined with Schindler's list!

You won't pay for your sins
I'll absolute every one of them
so offer your soul for Sgt. D. to claim you
cloven hoof is with your tail between your legs
Beelzebub you're through.

carve a swastika into your head
dance around a fire wearing goat skin legs
the cult of personality none shall resist
I'm bigger than then the devil combined with Schindler's list!

yes I'm bigger than Christ and his cross
yes I'm bigger than Buddha he's lost
yes I'm bigger than Allah and his lot
yes I'm bigger than the devil, his disciples and flock

I'll take you to suffer
where there's no redemption
so offer your soul for Sgt. D. to claim you
cloven hoof is with your tail between your legs
Beelzebub you're through.

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've 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 turns to apathy, led down this dark 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 judgment passed, my only thought to cry