When shadows are broken
My face could melt like this
Malted bile addiction
Flowing from my lips
And of the rose
My heart, my throne
I will not bear the day
I walk a maze
Spawn a savior dressed in filth
Filth and Naugahyde
I walk a maze
Iron clad in Naugahyde
When you had spoken to taint my thrill of life, the knife
Then tap my infection
Sweet venom flows tonight
Iron clad in Naugahyde
Worn fingers pointing
At my promise land
To give all my flesh
To live