I’m self medicating this headache in hell pacing, so tell Satan to wait in the cell, patient…

I’m burning at the stake, free basing every time someone decides to say ‘sin’…

Hah, I’ve gotten so much worse, living in this darkness and sleeping with these demons can really get you coarse, my brain pumps wickedness wrapped in barbed wire…

So many one inch punch lines it’s like I’m dismembering fists and clipping em' to a clothes wire…

I’m the epitome of nightmares, so dire, bottling fear with disgusting literacy, and breaking the bottle over peoples' faces if they’re coming at me with that low-level idiocy…