Stand in a shower of crystal blue
Welcome to this empty room, full of thorns
Full of depression
Here bones of chrome eat the flesh, and rust
Floods like blood
With a meathook grin he says: «Watch me as I Kill myself, again»
Nails grow out from his arms
And stench of scorched flesh fills the air
Horizontal decapitation — fills the air
Vertical crucifixion — fills the air
Razor sharp leaves fall into vortex of nothingness
Mushroom cloud effect inside consciousness
Meltdown in the looking glass
Can there be life in death?
Twisted travesty looking back from the mirror
Black hole eyes and mouth sewed shut
Standing in a shower of Crystal Blue
Can there be life without flesh?
Can there be life in death?
Into contaminated blood you shall lay yourself to Rest
New found fountain of life
Gives you relief from your mortal coil
In the form of certain death
Meltdown in the looking glass
Into contaminated blood you shall lay yourself to Rest
New found fountain of life
Gives you relief from your mortal coil
Some smell lemons, others stench of decay
Stand in a shower of crystal blue
All this behind those black eyes
Stand in a shower of crystal blue
Meltdown in the looking glass
Spine of sanity structured into thousands of pieces
Thousands of pieces transformed into sand
Running through hourglass of existence
Running towards the inescapable end
Silvery warheads pierce the flesh
Head on to war
War to all
All to void
Burning red erases the landscape
All this behind those black eyes
Head on to war
War to all
All to void