These halls vibrate with a manic spew
I can see they're all paranoid
One of the batch breathes not the truth
Look for the fake in the game
Sound the green hunger
Begin the hiss today
(Your odor seeps, a guilty mist)
Try you might - Your motives betray you
An epitaph, both honest and cruel
Despair is no stranger here
We recognize what creeps out of the dark
Just as you reach for the door
Bind the morgue mother
As we begin the hiss today
(Damp with fever, wholly terrorized)
Try you might - Your conquests became you
Sound the green hunger
Begin the hiss