Laying face down in a pool of excuses, struck down
Now that we have you you won’t even know it, knocked out

One more makes it worthwhile
Ten more you’re right in style
Fifteen they’ll be your best friend
Twenty the walking dead

Chemical slave, Chemical slave
The island gets smaller with every pulse
Chemical slave, in a mind insane
The water’s on fire
Chemical slave, Chemical slave
Walk with me to the abyss
Chemical slave in a toxic grave
The water’s on fire the world’s inside out

Now in the depths deep down below
Blood is a venom
Your killer instinct has been subdued
Wrestle the redrum

Six months your skin melts away
Twelve months your face rearranged
Five years you won’t know your name
Ten years end of the game