words came up from Satan's home
slithering fires, hissing in my ears
pulling on my thoughts
as if she found the instrument in me
the strings, of a baritone cello
played in a deep and dark room

six, six, six
we worshiped one another
like demons playing with fire

her thoughts
extended out
from all dimensions

my claws extended out
my sharp teeth exposed behind my loose lip
as she spoke
of skinwalkers
and we laughed
about anyone ever caring too much

we can change
oh, we can change

oh, we can howl
and they run when we growl

we can change
oh, we can change

and they shudder
as if they could shake
themselves loose
from existence
and we laugh
dripping lava from our mouths


my apologies
alcohol spirits

they make me

want to dance

they make me
feel free

so,
don't you know

I let the spirits
of Chaos flow

it was my way

of saying, Hello