Ooh don't hate me if I break under the strain

Analyzed, [bad word] Caught on Satan's wing

Angels of night
Vultures in flight
I've a love for the fatal things

All these and many more
Float within my lobes
Colors dancing
Blood-red oozing
From liquid strobes [bad word] see the [bad word] feel the pain
Of sores that never heal
And then my friend
Well, maybe you'll see
How my world's [bad word] unreal

Kissing the night
And cursing the morning
Must be a crime
Dismembered
From the faith of youth
And doing my time

Culture-shocked eyes
That hide the fears
Eroded cheeks
From acid tears
Where every smile
Escapes from my face
To seek refuge
In a happier place

And my mind
It screams to be free
And to find the [bad word] My mind
It screams to be free
From what's possessing me

Now don't hate me if I break under the strain