People tell me I look like hell
Well I am hell
I got a torture-chamber orchestra
And a delirium hotel
I got a hallucination rattlesnake
To twist my skills through
You're my friend
But I'm gonna kill you

Somebody's got to monitor all this
Darkness, darkness, darkness
Somebody's got to
Locate the bomb. Dot com
Somebody's got to break out
Through the night
So starless, starless, starless
Those who would overthrow
The status quo

Soul like smoke thrown into the sky
Gotta cry, gotta cry
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go
Target Arab Sheik MK ultra
Satellite blow up
Kill the pain, let it rain, let it rain

I will disengage your mastery
Until all your love is blasphemy
Then I'll break in through you idiocy
And twist your desire hideously
Then when you're the object
Of complete derision
I'll make you a star on television
Then if you want fame at
A greatest strength
Speak to my girl Friday
The thirteenth

Got no background, got no files
Crawl through the cable black op
Ground zero, no flight zone
All alone, all alone, all alone

This is a story which is
Based on a true story
Which is based on a lie

Don't jack with me, Sahib I'm history
Don't jack with me, Lucielle
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone