Besedila: Threshold. Wounded Land. Sanity's End.

he's just another victim of the system's bloody knife
a problem evader an escapee of life
a temporary soma not yet prescribed
has stripped him of ego with each lungful imbibed

get your mind-set altered here i will provide you with some fantastic gear
up down sideways forward and back our children submit to lysergic attack

hiding in tantric mesmerized trances
as the warehouse lightshow flickers and dances
synapses snap as his madness advances
leaving him open to paranoid fancies

lost in the garden of fantastic mind
I'm leaving my ego and body behind
trails of false images hang in the air
the smell of strange colours are heard everywhere
over the rainbow and into the light
i'm orbiting slowly, I'm high as a kite
can't remember my name anymore
everything's changed since i opened the door

get out demons get out controlling my brain
freak out healing freak out going insane
hit out feelings hit out cannot explain
reach out reeling reach out calling my name

for twenty-four hours time has no meaning
but several days later kicking and screaming
with delusions of grandeur and one o'clock fit
a family signed section has caught me in the net
can't seem to regain control of my fears
the world's receding and leaving me here

get out demons get out controlling my brain
freak out healing freak out going insane
hit out feelings hit out cannot explain
reach out reeling reach out calling my name

a shot of the hard stuff makes him tranquil and straight
no danger to public, himself or the state
under sedation he won't shed no tears
inwardly tortured by demonic fears

can't remember my name anymore
everything's changed since i opened the door

get out demons get out controlling my brain
freak out healing freak out going insane
hit out feelings hit out cannot explain
reach out reeling reach out calling my name

ravers, gyrators heaving with sweat
have you tried any good ecstasy yet?
if you don't wind up sleeping in gardens of stone
you'll be a new person if you ever get home

for the sake of your sanity, family and friends
leave subconscious travelling to gurus and men
who're prepared for the journey with no beginning or end
cuz a mind that is broken is a hard thing to mend