Again I Scream My Demons Out.
I’ve Torn Into Another Soul.
A Searching Flow.
A Glow Of Hope.
Inside’s Hide Decadance. 
It’s The Curse Of The Fuzzy Dice.
Why Must We Get Along,
When Every Step That You Take Is Wrong?
There’s a Reason Why I Wrote This Song,
‘Cuz Even Evil Has A Place To Call Home,
To Belong.
(Now Something Wicked)
It’s The Curse
(This Way Comes)
Of The Fuzzy Dice.