Idle Lysergic Corpse

Nothing left to be scared of

Nothing more to be scarred from, right? That's right

No more left to withstand

But I'm bored with the wrist to the hand. So sad, so sad

No one left to abuse you

Already lost in vein your rights? No rights

I've got an idea how to

Can't believe this is all there is. I know, I know

So I have to assume that no one's leaving this room alive, or at least unaltered



Ultra-personal prophecy

Auto-surgical destiny

Take me home



I think I'm ready to undress

Already skinned from all the stress

All my instruments in a row

These aren't for melodies, I know

I've got the attitude

Now please just leave the room

I cannot bear another day without a cure

This is the only cure that I can find

For all the inner violence

For my desire

For all the horror

In my mind...



Ultra-personal prophecy

Auto-surgical destiny

Take me home



No one's leaving this room alive, or at least ...unaltered