(To those people who, in sorrow, have found the courage to ask for help) "Darkness and smoke, everything you can see And you envy my equability... And when my name will cross your a**, You'll understand...: I'm a - Sado - Macho - Hungry - Man!" There are several ways to name my complex "to hear"; I'm "Mystic"..."Damned"...and f**ing "b**h" And there are several good reasons to justify... The sad perpetuity of my life! …Dark! Burning Dark, sorrow and fun …Dark! The running beast and her damned mark: There are several ways to heal my being To bring the world at my feet... To cross the impercettible, unreal line And the winds of knowledge I ride! Turn my deviance on... Open yourself to the greatest pleasure Search my religious form... And destroy your moderation… "Down like a worm… Creeping in the rotting of humanity Come to me…" There are several ways to name my complex fear, The sign of my empty "to hear"... And there are several good reasons to explain Why my self control is destroyed! …Dark! Dying "my-friend", life is dust …Dark! f**in' "emotion" and my ravaged heart: And when you'll hear avoid your false and useless joy... An obscure curse will cover the skies... The last tears of my mind! Turn my deviance on... Open yourself to the greatest pleasure Search my religious form... And destroy your moderation…