Through the labyrinths of wounded brain
Through the dark side of consciousness
I roam blindly, falling, stumbling
Along the verges of forbidden knowledge
Like an explorer of mortal, fleeting flesh
That opens life's shell with a scalpel
By the flight of thought I slice the brain
In the name of lust for perverted death

I see evil
It lives on the other side
I hear evil
Calling to open the gates
I can tell you all about evil
Cause I am not afraid of
What you call Nightmare

I open the door to the gardens of secret pleasures
I cognize the orgasm of suffering
I smell the aroma of rotting flowers of my mind
Rejoicing in whatever lies beyond the border of comprehending

And like a pathologist
Pulling out the intestines
I extract outside
The beasts so strange residing in my mind

And the beasts begin to eat
The remnants of slavish trivial judgement
Relics of humanity
Everything that was a sin
And like a skillful trainer
Beasts of prey without fear
I feed them on the ashes of my mind
In morbid visions of mine

I see evil
It lives on the other side
I hear evil
Calling to open the gates
I can tell you all about evil
Cause I am not afraid of
What you call Nightmare

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