A fine wheel going round and round
Spinning through space...

Opening my mouth wide
And wrapping my lips around...

Majestic beauty, secretly hiding
And deceiving the world...

There are times we wanted to pull that trigger
At the bottom of a loaded gun...

An ax wound to the head
My addiction has been fed...

You're the apple of my eye
Stick the needle in when I cry...

Hiding beneath the trees of hate
Underneath the lie we have named fate...

Smiling through the blankets of black
The sun turns us to stone...

Tiptoeing down the vacant street
I see him drumming to an unknown beat...

Her hands grip the cold railing
While she's leaning over, she questions...

Do you like these sick little games?
I destroyed the film and all of its frames...

Open the book of sins
And calculate the next victim...