| I want to feel enlightened |
| Let this substance fuel my only escape |
| With the drugs in my hand |
| Life transforms into a perverted shape |
| Climbing a rope, ascending beyond my body |
| Bodily sensations begin to seem foggy |
| Watching myself on TV |
| The perfect escape from this reality |
| Seemingly thoughtless my body is moving forward |
| The axe and grind wheel, sparks fly off the hardened steel |
| Palpable nervousness rising |
| I have relinquished all control |
| What comes next seems most enticing |
| May God have mercy on my soul |
| A violent autoscopy |
| Murderous rampage, uncontrolled |
| I just sit back, recline, watch it unfold |
| Dozens are hacked up by my axe |
| As blood paints my skin I relax |
| Chopped to pieces in their sleep |
| Pent up rage finally unleashed |
| I want to feel enlightened |
| Let this substance fuel my only escape |
| With the drugs in my hand |
| Life transforms into a perverted shape |
| Murderous rampage, uncontrolled |
| I just sit back, recline, watch it unfold |
| Dozens are hacked up by my axe |
| As blood paints my skin I relax |