I, sun of midnight, am far from perfect/
My enlightenment is enhanced by darkness/
Pitchblack is dead calm, my heartbeat slows down/
To a halt; icecold blood, sweat and tears build up/
Until they spill out like frozen wolverine claws/
Berserker rage in my bones - hyperventilation/
Stab you in the brain until the penny drops in the fountain/
The evidence is melting; let it all soak in/
I'm holding it together with string, tape and staples/
Tales from the crypt? Tick! Keep it surreal, kid/
Download my soul one piece at a time/
Everyone's a critic these days - nonconstructive/
I'll never sellout; you don't have what I want, man/
Slave of Allaah, spewing venom on your preciouses/
Children need leashes, women need lashes/
Eyes see nothing, because minds are distracted/
Blinded by life, and bloodlust of the desert/
Revampirate; the vultures feast on the elephant/
In my room like a son of a beach, boy/
Girls just want to have funds, but I'm mental/
Religious psychobabbletronic mindspray projectiles./