Death... Destruction erosion Eruption explosion Compulsive emotion Divided by demons And what was the quotient Impulsive implosion It ***** when you blow it That shoulder's the coldest You're stuck feeling frozen Overcome by the moment
None is more free than the man with no motive He knows it The life of a loner chose it Cause even his closest bogus
Friends are hidden corpses Trapped inside colossus corpus Where the Devil's ego grows too big enormous when we're dormant
Racing through the floor for blood and gore to stick a fork in Devil blacked out woke up feeling on his forehead He was hornless
Touring door to door in Southern Kemet Selling hope with All the people Who had taken What he witnessed For a joke
When he spoke His followers quote
But watered-down the quality Of the words in the knowledge he wrote
So over time via scribe the mythology ghost Would come back to **** reality And haunt the people