Mindfield
His schizoid personality
Fragmented at the age of eight
His grandmother brought him to me
For treatment, but it was too late
For he has tasted blood
And his mind- his mind is mud
And it's black, oozing mud
His cannibalistic urges
Originated who knows where
I can't make my diagnosis
He nauseates me, I don't care
For he has made me sick
And his mind- his mind is shit
And in the black, a wicked wit
And if it wasn't illegal
I'd cut his throat with a penknife
I'd hang his bones in my office
If it wasn't immoral
For I have tasted blood
And my mind...
Campo mental
Su personalidad esquizoide
Fragmentada a los ocho años
Su abuela lo trajo a mí
Para tratamiento, pero era demasiado tarde
Pues ha probado la sangre
Y su mente, su mente es lodo
Y es negro, lodo que rezuma
Sus impulsos caníbales
Originados quién sabe dónde
No puedo hacer mi diagnóstico
Me produce náuseas, no me importa
Pues me ha enfermado
Y su mente, su mente es mierda
Y en lo negro, un ingenio malvado
Y si no fuera ilegal
Le cortaría la garganta con un cortaplumas
Colgaría sus huesos en mi oficina
Si no fuera inmoral
Pues he probado la sangre
Y mi mente...