Žodžiai dainai: Azazel. Music For The Ritual Chamber. Episode Of Clarity.

Images rot into thought
I close my eyes but see the veins
I cant cut the nightmare off I have no control you
master me, the speed the repitition per second so fast
so very fast the pitch is melting me now
I cannot think any good,
close them tighter the voice is so clean
wonder the optics are so insane now I feel this, is
this what they crave, insanity