Under the darkened sky
Underneath the cellar door
Where expired death row victims fry
In a pool of blood on the floor
With the rest of my spinal remains
A trail of organs and dismembered brains
This is what lies in the subconscious mind
Awakened by the eyes of a special breed
Strong convictions to lies not, not of a blasphemous kind
As we watch the ideas bleed
This is what lies behind the cellar door
Would you like to see more?
If you can see through the tears
Learn to embrace the fears
Everything will be just fine once you're able to look behind the cellar door