Less Than Zero - Type O Negative

My reflection as that shadow’s

Blessing my death

Lost soul in agony meet machine tragedy

God if you love me, then why won’t

You set me free?

I don’t have call-waiting, hey, was that

You pranking me?

The sheep within

Wearing wolf’s skin

Weak vagiant

Amongst midgets

Snot and cum, piss and shit

Of this I am made — like the taste of it?

Vomit, pus, sweat, tears, blood

The scab removed, revealing what was

Of this man of Steele

Nothing is real

The truth be scant

Lord of Idiots

The punishment?

Eternal lent

Victims be clear

You’re all volunteers