A dark star on the left-hand path A revelation long since left for dead Theress a sleeping bear in the bed you made An elephant in an unmarked grave A sacrifice to a long-lost cause Little Dorothy is staying put in Oz Come taste my darkness And tell me how you feel Take a look inside me And tell me what you see Such a precious piece of trash Slowing down is such a painful way to crash Like feeding twice from a well-bitten hand Spilt milk and honey from a foreign land Come taste my darkness And tell me how you feel Take a look inside me And tell me what you see The sound of perdition Come taste my darkness And tell me how you feel Take a look inside me And tell me what you see The sound of perdition The sound of perdition The sound of perdition The sound of perdition The sound of perdition A dark star on the left-hand path