A Vision of Hell, 1996 - Ice Choir

Your gun called my name

Through the slime, I traced 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