Born in a straightjacket set on fire  Doomed from the start, submerged in blackened mire  Set the burning fuse of my body and mind  Lift back my skull where crimson nightmares reside    Visions of desolation  And wings of plague  Morbid fascinations  And seething hate  I'm damned and mummified it's true  The moon is red  Giving madness more than it's due  Rot fills my head  Gutwrenching animosity  Turned inside out, I can't be free  My grave gets deeper every day  There's only death itself to pay    Strangling on every breath  Deranged, derailed, obsessed  Wrapped up in skin  Preserved for life  Birthed in damnation  Condemned to die