take this number and welcome to Operation : Mindcrime We're an underground revolution Working overtime Operation : Mindcrime There's a job for you in The system boy, with nothing to sign Operation : Mindcrime
I awoke on impact Under surveillance from the camera eye Searching high and low The criminal mind found at the scene of the crime Handcuffed and blind
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They told me to run But just how far Can I go wearing the black mask of fear? The hate in my eyes always gives me away The tension building slowly Now
Empty room today and here I sit Chalk outline upon the wall I remember tracing it A thousand times, oh, the night she died Why? Why? There's no sleep
They've given me a mission I don't really know the game yet I'm bent on submission Religion is to blame I'm the new messiah Death Angel with a gun Dangerous
10 p.m. I feel the rain coming down My face feels the wet My mind the storm Flashing lights as people race To find shelter from the pour Moving silent
She always brings me what I need Without I beg and sweat and bleed When we're alone at night And waiting for the call, she feeds my skin Sixteen and
All alone now Except for the memories Of what we had and what we knew Everytime I try to leave it behind me I see something that reminds me of you Every
"I've had enough and I want out!" "You can't walk away now." I looked back once And all I saw was his face Smiling, the needle crying Walking out of
Cries from the aisles The tolling of the judgment bell Eyes watched the violence The absence of those who have seen Marks the faith of the spell Cold
take this number and welcome to Operation Mindcrime We're an underground revolution Working overtime Operation Mindcrime There's a job for you in the system boy With nothing to sign Operation Mindcrime
Anybody home? Mary? Even in death You still look sad Don't leave me Don't leave me here I want what you feel Believe me, turn the current on
Industry Standard Hospital Noise Telephone please. Dr. Davis, telephone please *door open and close* Dr. Blaire, Dr. Blaire, Dr. J. Hamilton, Dr. J.
In the wooden chair Beside my window I wear a face born in the falling rain I talk to shadows from a lonely candle Recite the phrases from the wall I
