Stick your finger into my socket just to feel the shock of the wires, they’ll snake around your wrist
A surge of power runs through my veins, electrified, my veins flow azure with burning blue blood
The edge will suffocate the life out of your skin and let it drip to the floor like searing candle wax
All that’s left is your congealed body hardened to my soles, my pleasure to tread upon your name

Alone, a monster in the dark, but this is not what
I wanted; alone, there is no light in my darkness
The face I make, contorted, abolished, no one sees the face I make; it scares the light away
I feel four cold corners surrounding my existence, bound by a pantomime box I cannot escape
Vacuumed into breathless nothingness; take it all away and only the memories remain

Salvation in a police state, my every move scrutinized by a hidden black syndicate, every move
How society hungers for my end, where will I go?
What will I do? He’s coming for you, for you
Grinning his toothless razor tooth-filled grin all you can see is the metallic dentures that dice souls
Construct a new man, conform his mind set to believe your lies, no security, organize his thoughts

Requiem for a rogue, lost in the mired depths of ambiguity, lost to the electric chair that fried him
Toasted him on dry rye, his mentality as quickly dead as his body, surrenderor to authority
Simply to satisfy all of his terrible urges, he never resisted impulses, especially those terrible
Amplified his current, caught in the frequency that spread him so thin on buttermilk wheat

Stick your finger in the socket, smell the sick aroma of your hair melting, just to know the smell
My senses bulge at the thought, at the thought of returning to the descent into my own soul
Lost in the mired depths of my mind, where not even I am safe from myself, a haunted land
Filled with vanquished dreams, lost hopes, unaided loves, I feel nothing... the smell alone remains