Infernal and tantric Obscene and lovesick Blasphemies and bondage are availed Start all over again, your experiment has failed With dawn comes tragedy Morning shadow heals our beauty Trough pain We're mad to the sane Exiled from bloodbath to glory Self indulgence is mandatory And vain We're mad to the sane Tears of rage to weep Atistic counts to keep Sin with me so heaven gets a face Ravenous like wolves, in madness we embrace