• Mutilate my vision a catastrophe is here, you know what I mean when I say it is near. Come all my fellows follow me to the grave they say no one is watching but, they know that’s just a lie. And every time I hear this sick melody it reminds me about the time I almost tasted fear. Do you hear the angels in this quiet place or do you hear me saying I’m about to faint. Everyone’s invited to this special place I’m spitting out these rhymes like I’m some great ace. Here I am finished there’s nothing left to do but sing this twisted song as I fade away.