Behold the winged beasts flew, their eerie bodies filling the darkening sky
Casting a sinister silhouette upon the darkening moon, red as the blood of its victims
And all of those who saw the spectacle, beware, beware it comes for you
And it comes from the mists of the smoke billowing from your pipes

Back again I awake from my emerald tomb
Welded to the floor of a smashed room forgotten
My throat is dry and a potential volcano
I’ve the mind power of a flagging tornado

Entombed in a frozen storm unseen
Four million tonnes of iceberg lust insane in me

Trapped in the tabernacle of confusion
Divorced from my favourite illusion
Like a corpse that will never stop rotting
My dwindling stash is still better than nothing

My favourite screw is reality
I fuck her all the time
I impregnate with mayhemic verbosity
Until she makes me… until she makes me…

Hearing the call of the laser wolf
Brings on an ice age, reality turns to tundra
Glaciers encase my belligerent carcass
Yet I thaw them with the heat of my perception
Baked in flames from the desert of pain
Surrounded by evil until she makes me believe

Behold my staff must arise to turn away the witch as I refuse to die
As the night worms tear at my skull
To the princess I float bleary eyed to explode with much richness inside
Yet I worship at the altar of the demented, until she makes me…

…beware the unseen

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