Besedila: Saint Vitus. C.O.D.. Fear.

In the dark recesses
of your little mind
It's getting near my time
I begin to breathe
flow through your veins
As the bloody rivers
I am growing stronger

You'll never be the same
If you think I'm nothng
You better think again
You will never win
Once you get me started
When you're all alone
You'll feel me inside you
Common sense will leave

Then you're mine to own

I'm part of you
I know you do
Feel me
Feel me
You shake everyday

And it gives me pleasure
Now you're sweating ice
To watch your world decay
As you split your seams
And your nerves are shot
You cannot face the world
All control is lost