Build an inner door, drop and then explore
You smoke your head on straight, then drink
Your woes away -
Some might not understand possession
Controls your head

You recognize it, while some ignore it
Avoid the masses, you´ve got to belong to it

Your music is your friend? But the roof
Above my head. So seriously I take the will
That never breaks
Some might not understand, possession
Beyond your hands...

It´s power and sin, and then you´ve got all the other habits
Whiskey and smoke
It´s all that we could need, to plant the perfect
Seed, disembody me - yeah...