Num Skull Turn Of A Screw
The Devil's dungeon has trapped inside Your cynical thoughts of death Endless suspicion, driven solely To trouble your knowledge of release Twisting and turning I'm urging Questioned oppression that you deplore Searching for answers, there are none in store All leading to reasons of when you will die Soundless hysteria echoes so loudly Through channels of your brain Shredding your lucidity Caused by the constant driving crave Seeking and searching you look for the key Too clever, so never will you be free Harassing and haunting Excision of mercy, all ceasing of soundness Confounded you lose The foolishness of yourself has found you Locked up in a cage Discretion of your brain Has left you knowledgeless of your Age You know not yourself, you know not existence Your insight on life is unknown You trouble yourself with Theory of Death Inversion in you has shown Your mind is in pieces, your conscience is dead Your activities are restained You've hounded yourself with Theory of Death You've driven yourself insane
