I'm Not A Prophet Or A Stone

Is It Nice In Your Snowstorm- Freezing Your Brain? Do You Think That Your Face Looks The Same?

I Turned Myself To Face Me, But I've Never Caught A Glimpse Of How The Others Must See The Faker.

I'm A Phallus In Pigtails, And There's Blood On My Nose, And My Tissue Is Rotting Where The Rats Chew My Bones. And My Eye Sockets Empty, See Nothing But Pain, I Keep Having This Brainstorm About Twelve Times A Day.

I'm A Thinker Not A Talker.

I Made A More Mature Approach To Industrial Music.