Mudvayne

Got the disease in my mind that chaos runs through in you
Guilty toys for your insides
Just plead and Ill conduct you
Believe in me, Im the juice
Recieve from me the hand of truth
In still your trust Ill take you there
I penetrate and run through
Feel it so warm
Branded forearm
Synthetic high that drains you
Accelerated poles
Blood rush through
Branded forearm
Mudvayne returned
Inner mutiny lost tranquility
Broken people fixed again plumming christened with disorder
? ? took a spell to possess you
You embrace me for the high
Unfocused black swells as you die
Inner icon solicits sympathy