"Sometimes we have thoughts that are so frightening

We can't even admit to ourselves that we have them."

"Did I torment you, did I perhaps even kill your loved ones? Yes you did."

Control of power

Strangles the mind

Collapse of the system

Destruction begins

From within

Mutilated by sound

Signalling all the senses

Out of mind

Out of soul

The trauma begins

A story never told

From the past

A show remains

Conspiracy aided

Toxic shock

They all lie in a trance

Those idealistic fools

Bent on crutches

All of them bleed

In their tracks

They never look back

Christ, Christ, Christ

What have they done to me?

Christ, Christ, Christ

What have they done to me?

"Wait for me you maniac, I don't know whats going on"

Buried machines

Connecting the unseen

Information warfare

Aggression and betrayal

Radiation codes

Psycho-nerve warfare