Dementia, radiating
Clouds of nuclear fallout
Narcoleptic isotopes
It's Sunday come to stay

Creeping doses of war
Slaves to run away

Dementia, radiating
Lifetimes filled with stories
Words spoken through closed teeth
It's Sunday come to stay

Seeping through, the bullets fly
Persian gulf-syndrome

This time someone fell from the edge

Creating insanity seems to be the purpose of war

"Feast on me, I am immortal
Feast on me, I am the portal"

These stories are hypnotic
My eyes are zoning out
I'm too tired to fall asleep
It's easier to keep listening

These stories are hypnotic
So hypnotic, so hypnotic
These stories defy logic
Shocking, shocking

So hypnotic
So hypnotic

Came late to see the Judgement-Day
Way too late to be saved
Now the dead walk among us
And our sun has darkened
The sun has darkened.