Yes, on the inside

There is a man there

Trapped in a black chair

Ask him his name

And he'll say and he'll say

"I'm Ollie Alpha, of Electric Omega

Tried and fried down in Georgia

Hit me again"

On the inside, fried on the inside

But alive on the outside

Too worn inside, too known there's no cure

He's dubbledead

"I'm walking down that coal

I'm gonna walk up on that road and turn to wit, ride"

How do you stand the dying? "I don't mind it at all"

Tell me why you're crying? "I don't know"

"Hear me out now slaver

Wanna watch you try to cope, ah

Wanna watch you over wave it

Wanna watch you lose your control"