Legion Of Doom

Antisocial
(Antisocial)

Or called Hermit by the ways of hippies

Seeks never for what he wants
Gives always before he needs
He’s a spectator
(One Million flavors)
Of your favorite names for a scape goat

Exists betwixt your third eye
Cauterized the lids shut to prevent the wise from going blind

Take your dead friends and play their lives on reverse through a kaleidoscope lens
Attach memories and annotate the events you want recaptured
Express their values at the pulpit
Remind us how to live without them
(Remember how you lived before them)

Verbose story telling reveals the legion of doom as your inner sactum
It harbors evil and spreads it to your blood via the needle
While you’re sitting idle
(Voices stifled)
Vital promises for solace go unheard of when searching in that box of lawlessness

(SpookyTooth the epitaph)
Magic beans birthed by giants
Irresponsible supplier for them greens that get you higher
So don’t ask me if it’s good, it always is
Unless you ask the legion, they’ll make sure the story you heard is truth that’s bent and twisted