Halogen Lanterns

Hollow earth
Eight-hundred miles below the sun
Wake up in dreamland three days later
Naked, quivering, sucking your thumb
Area Five-Thousand One behavior modification
Listening to backwards Black Sabbath albums high on secretions from puffer fish toxins
Suspended upside down in a octagonal melting hologram
'Til the psychological makeup is clear gelatin
Hallucinating with visions of caterpillars chewing away at the neurovasculated veins in your limbs
We convert fake rappers into human computer interface
Old school vintage labs with neon cathode rays
Thousands of telekinetic candidates hypnotically triggered by word play who will cut your car's brake line and get Lee Harvey Oswald when I say
Killer synchronicity
Tune in to the sinister subliminal frequency
I spit plutonium doses of unscrupulous strategery
Capable of anything
Rotten apples with holes in them that don't fall far from the tree
Lord Strangelove magna cum laude
You heard of it?
High frequency active aural research
The acid's lysergic
Devious experiments
Kingspitter untraceable nerve shit
Terminator commander in chief down to robotic subordinates

You are now in an altered states of consciousness
A voice imprint etched into your brain will be triggered through hypnotic suggestion
Where I'm going to play several different harmonic tones
Whenever you hear these tones you will become an indestructible army-of-one
A fearless killing machine
You will do anything that I command you to
Now pull the trigger
Kill

So many brushes with death I grew iron dreads the strength of Samson
Walking through the fog of war with a broken sword and a halogen lantern
Kicking down death's door
To find Mephistopheles masturbating John Bolton the whore
The supreme lyrical version of a Buddhist monk dowsing himself with gasoline burning
A mercenary with no mercy
Who moves from point "A" to point "B" in eerie silence murderously
Leaving nothing to the imagination
No fairy-tale endings in eternal damnation
This is Cecil B
Demille in IMAX with popcorn and soda watching the birth of a nation
Where inbred psychopaths who portray themselves as original cultivators of civilization
You're stupid
Half of man's recorded history had passed before any of you savages could read or write
The origin of your most sacred esoteric science is based upon ancient Gizan geometry
That's why the square compass in the degree of a triangle is the symbol of your most powerful society
I don't come limp-wristed
I swing for the fences
This ain't Jim Crow radio
I get that attention
Like Palestinians in Jerusalem in the summertime rocking bulky trenches
My constituency make the gun purchases go up on any given day by five-percent
'Cuz ten-percent of you are parasitic leaches
The other eighty-five the truth will frighten you to death
Gods floating in a sea of faceless faces
Who prefer to walk through life anonymous and nameless
Bound together through invisible chains
Silently whispering my name

To one day have the strength to play the battle out in their minds and visualize change
Where we would murder the messenger and spit upon the king's bloody grave
Nothing worthwhile ever came easy
They've feared me from the first day of history and wrote about me in the city of Ur twenty-one-hundred years before Christ AD
From the valley of dry bones to the crusades of Christianity
The Vatican Jesuits offered me a fleet of ships full of riches and my own nation
All in the name of temptation they tried to tempt me
Because what I represent they cherish, fear, and envy, and at the same time hate
Praying for the day to sneak up behind and slit the throat of fate
You can't tempt me