Lyrics

Have you ever been abjected by thoughts that haunt you and harass?
No matter how you suffocate them, you know they just keep crawling back
Monomaniacal voices voiding all your reason to resist
Phantasmagorical visions veering you off into the abyss

It’s not the last time you’ll die
Victim of immortal drive
Imp of perverse on the rise
Soaring on your soul tonight

Have you not an inclination to undermine your very health?
Doing wrong for wrong’s sake only, just to sabotage yourself
Propinquitous parasite parading your unfathomable bliss
Braggadocious bravado, braying, you unwittingly confess

It’s not the last time you’ll die
Victim of immortal drive
Imp of perverse on the rise
Soaring on your soul——

Then you may feel like you’re going insane
But it’s just the emergence of the devil inside your brain

Now is the time that your genius arises and metastasized are your fears
Slumbering urges within you emerge as this imp of perversion appears
Who can control a nightmare of the soul when the knell that it tolls rings so clear?
You deliquesce into liquid putrescence, diabolic essence distilled

(I want you to tell me how you’ve slept for the past fifty years
Don’t think I’ve been resting, each Carnival I return here
Before you swallow these vacant eyes and drown in their lachrymal tears
I want you to tell me, how have you slept?)

Then you may feel like you’re going insane
But it’s just the emergence of the devil inside your brain

It’s not the last time you’ll die
Victim of immortal drive
Imp of perverse on the rise
Soaring on your soul tonight