Possessed

Ooh don't hate me if I break under the strain

Analyzed, crucified

Caught on Satan's wing

Angels of night

Vultures in flight

I've a love for the fatal things

All these and many more

Float within my lobes

Colors dancing

Blood-red oozing

From liquid strobes

Come see the visions

Come feel the pain

Of sores that never heal

And then my friend

Well, maybe you'll see

How my world's

Become unreal

Kissing the night

And cursing the morning

Must be a crime

Dismembered

From the faith of youth

And doing my time

Culture-shocked eyes

That hide the fears

Eroded cheeks

From acid tears

Where every smile

Escapes from my face

To seek refuge

In a happier place

And my mind

It screams to be free

And to find the structure

My mind

It screams to be free

From what's possessing me

Now don't hate me if I break under the strain