A ferocious circle of fiends    A paragon to follow    A derisive laughter, created by winds    No wonder everyone thought it was hollow    A place for everything    Grace me with sleepless nights    A time for anything    Praise me with clear-cut fights    A dead end street    Shut your bedroom and block herein    Lift and uncover your sheet    Addictive like goddamn heroin    The chasm of reality    Sanctions through folly    Still no overdrive capacity    Never seen anything so holy    This is the night of the cold grave blues    Be sure it's all wrapped well and tucked    I ain't got no short fuse    Hell, this is when we'll all be fucked