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Something wicked this way comes, the wind was cold
The snow blew through the hair of the heads staked to the picket post
Bordering the moat, starting to decompose
And the stench of corrosion was so strong that any imposing army who approached came to a sudden halt
And headed back towards their rowboats docked at the gulf
The left flank didn't hold
Bodies slumped over bodies in rows
Being picked at by crows
When the bat-like wings grow from the vitamins and the continence of my backbone, I'll flap home
I keep a skull collection like forensic lab experts
And hide like exerts from Ted Bundy's biography to online computer networks
I study pathology and send perverted photos of me spackled with blood to Kesler
Star crossed wizard
Move to a ski lodge in Colorado and murder middle-aged Caucasians in a turtleneck sweatshirt
I scream at corpses so loud that it comes back from death first for a sec, then dies after its chest jerks
A Willy Wonka tab tongue open the wet works, factory burning black smoke from chimney centers
I chill alone though with a group of one
Emit odors of diesel fuel like a truck drivers let it have with oil stains in the front
You can forget about feelings of goosebumps
I'll make your flesh crawl of off your muscle form in loose chunks, elephant trunk
All Pinacate's sitting in corn husks
During the witching months on what they burst to curse it from the scorn crust
Ruddy pitchforks stuck in haystacks and brusk, covered in sawdust
Modus Operandi, bodies caught in reservoir tunnel currents and found floating up topside
On the shore-way a robo covered and cross-eyed
Making stab wounds, I angle cuts, I battle my inner demons with angel dust
Tea leaf, basil lumps, workman's gloves, lumberjack stuck inside of a maple truck
So everything now is marmalade
Would you like me to show you how much fertilizer my garden takes
And explain the reason why there's an odor coming from beneath my apartment space
But you'll have to paved in by concrete, the hardest way
Now first of all let's set this straight
No my head isn't exactly on all the way, see my neck is taped!
I'm about to drag the bodies of dissected days to a snuff-studio in L.A
And stop hardcore fans from stress and rage
I'll come so close to your face with a chainsaw
Before you die you'll be able to see a reflection in the metal blades
Let's take time to gather negative aura's, I'm an oblivious fool
To all of my education I occupied Speculite in alternative schools
I hate conforming to rules
I still tie roller cuffs on my jeans cause I'm the one who thinks it's cool
The 60's rule
If I lived then, I wouldn't be here having all of these intelligent conversations with you
I wouldn't be able to make it through
Cause I would've dropped more acid and apoptosis than all of the Beatles in the crew
I'm sick, and walk around bald, shaking from cancer treatment and radiation wearing a Bandana like a leukemia patient
That's why my eyebrows are painted
So I always look like I'm surprised and elated

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