[Spoken-Word: Malcolm Crowe]

Can I tell you a secret?

I see dead people

[Spoken-Word: Leprechaun]

A friend with weed is a friend indeed

[Spoken-Word: Pinhead, Joey]

Unbearable, isn't it?

The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey

And its sound is like razors through flesh

I don't believe you

Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now

I'm here to turn up the volume

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart