| The disposition is brilliant | |
| The people are wicked | |
| The spirit of my heart is telling me | |
| The truth | |
| Slowly | |
| It begins | |
| Rising up | |
| In me | |
| I want to know | |
| If it's real or just imagination | |
| I want to learn | |
| How to control it inside of my rotten flesh | |
| Finally it's controlling me | |
| And now it is destroying me | |
| Searching for answers, | |
| Searching for explanations | |
| Can't do anything against it | |
| I'll become someone who does not want to live | |
| I want to know | |
| If it's real or just imagination | |
| I want to learn | |
| How to control it inside of my rotten flesh | |
| I have no comprehension | |
| I have no pure conscience | |
| I have no commiseration | |
| No, I have nothing at all | |
| And in the end it takes control of me | |
| I want to know | |
| If it's real or just imagination | |
| I want to learn | |
| How to control it inside of my rotten flesh |