Your thoughts are compromising. Self-centered patronized. Your image supersedes your soul. You find me mystifying. Subhuman so annoying. You can't have me under control. You think you live forever. You don't find that profound. You won't think you're so clever. When you hear thunder underground. All right now. Your morbid fear of losing. Destroys the lives you're using. You only have one point of view. The stigma of delusion. Confirms your self illusion. And after all this could be you. When you hear thunder underground. Here we go now. Could it be that I have found my mind. Or have I gone insane. Roller coaster of the madness and there's only me to blame. The ever faithful hand of doom will take the pain away. I'll never know the answer to it all 'til my dying day. Your bullshit culture licking. Can't stop the deathwatch ticking. You're only mortal after all. Your appetite for power. Subverts your every hour. But every time the mighty fall