A Vision Of Hell, 1996 lyrics

Your gun called my name, Through the slime, I trace you to fame Not so much the place you cut your teeth As where you reside... I am the criminal in your vision of hell, Your vision of hell The witch behind the spell and The guilt is terrible You die here everyday As your face is etched in the gray Now reduced to packets in a wire As your hate subsides... I am the criminal in your vision of hell, Your vision of hell It never ended well, you know... [I saw your cut-out shape flicker from the sterile throne, just below the outpost: a portrait of the architect retired. It's cruel i know, but someone's gotta be SACRIFICED] Bad sectors in the mind Bricks were laid, and bombs they were timed You became the "Naturally Select" And the incorrect... I am the criminal in your vision of hell, Your vision of hell The witch behind the spell and The guilt is terrible I am the criminal in your vision of hell, Your vision of hell The witch behind the spell and Now it is plain to tell you won't be SATISFIED