Seamless thoughts drift through media controlled...
A world where your free if you keep within the...

Under my special tree
Is where I sit and think...

The light is shining onto darkness
The ground gives way...

Cuts are like my hopes
Forgotten long ago...

Man is powerful and man is ultratough
Man is muscular, vascular and buff...

So you let this become you
The river of hate swept you away...

I took a journey
And found myself...

They call this path the red walk
My mask is made of the dead...

The fire that burned us
Burned out long before...

Now that he's dead
The river runs red...

What if it was bloodstained hands that created...
A stained glass image illuminated by a malformed...

Johnny never came first
Johnny was a lonely boy...