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