Look at my face and you can tell
There's not a trace that you know well
An empty space, a broken spell
No lesson, no possession

Hypnotic trance, electric smile
Worked out advance, might last a while
Some secret [bad word] denial
No questions, all deception

There's no way of knowing the way I'll be going
There's no way of knowing the [bad word] 
I can't stop
This heart of mine now that it's over
This heart of mine says it's the end
This heart of mine turning much colder
This heart of mine is hard to defend

I can address and I can heal
You can't possess the way I feel
I might be blessed with something real
Too painful, your black angel

Now you've been told, your body not soul
Gets you more than you could need
Only you found out, you're losing control
And you never will succeed