They used to call itnEvil possesionnAn exorcism to cleanse the soulnSilver bulletsnNasty cuesnFor the boy to regain controlnnVoices in my headnOh how they curse me girlnVoices in my headnOh no!nI may be the victim of popular fictionnMy official position is younCursed me girlnnSuch a Pretty CursennThe moon is upnThe mood isblacknOh how it hit me like a heart attacknPoison prisonnSuch a borenFeel the terror flowing out my pores nnHiss through lipsnSewn up tightnCough it up through the black lightnHallucination Stations callnWhisper loudernTaking holdn