I just write the ****, its up to you to perceive it.
The mystery's the pain, i'm just the machine to relieve it.
Run in place like ******, these ghosts i Doo be believing.
Sail the ocean blue, sailors tails, the Krackens once again feeding.
If you only truly knew, the resistance I long ago defeated
Words that never again will ever be repeated.
Like a chant it stirs the cauldron and awakens the demons.
So in a safe place, I placed in a safe, the manuscripts hoping they will never be needed.
I stood over the flame watching as my hand began bleeding.
A sacrifice to the gods, yeah the ones I don't believe in...