I am taken to the room of white
It's peaceful there
Not much to do
But count to a million with you
Needles stick under my skin
I let the toxins in
The feeling sticks under my skin
I let the poison in
I enjoy the strychnine wasteland
It smells like metal
Not much to say
Except to pay for every day
Here have some cyanide tea
Come and feel pain with me
Here have some cyanide tea
Wanna have sex with me
Come and watch the moon turn black
Kiss me like no other
Babies fresh from the harvest
Cry in their opium forest
Let's let dawn decide
Who I want for homicide
The color's changing in my eyes
But I think I'm alright
I know I'm alright
I know I'm alright
