HE'S A BIG OLD MAN WITH AN an*s FOR A MOUTH
AND IF YOU EVER SEE HIM, DON'T LET HIM INTO YOUR HOUSE
HE'LL FLICK sh*t AT YOUR KIDS AND PLANT SNAKES IN YOUR BRAIN
HE CONTROLS THE WHOLE WORLD AND HE'S fu*kING INSANE
He's made up of fungus and dirt
Swiftly swinging his seven swords of hurt
His sin is control
He is illusion
Hissing grey words of mental intrusion
I am screaming into his eat:
I am screaming into his ear:
Get your f**ing snakes out of my brain
When you stop pretending only bones remain
I'll throw blood and cancer into your house of red tape
Run through blocks of ravished homes and make my escape