A patches of dead skull javelins
Flashback
My rough antic calamities
Alone in my castle
As I creep

Finding these lost demons
That just sleep
Hiding underneath
Possessive objects
That I'll always keep

Cabinets full of fine china
Dusty
I don't really eat
Consuming spoonfuls
Of evil tendencies
The nightmares become my dreams

Formaldehyde vessels
With old worthy adversaries
Studying there genetic
Tendencies
My eyes go deep

Alone walking through the corridor
Seeing portraits of old scores
Where less was more
And our depths felt fully explored
Fingers drumming the wallpaper
It touches a door
Snatches me
Into a portal we go
War terror famine and woes
Evil with a powerful force
You either die a hero
Or live long enough
To become
All of there foes
Flocking of crows
Exposes
A pile of corpses
Of those
Who tried to enter
Poor souls

A patches of dead skull javelins
Flashback
My rough antic calamities
Alone in my castle
As I creep

Finding these lost demons
That just sleep
Hiding underneath
Possessive objects
That I'll always keep

Cabinets full of fine china
Dusty
I don't really eat
Consuming spoonfuls
Of evil tendencies
The nightmares become my dreams

Formaldehyde vessels
With old worthy adversaries
Studying there genetic
Tendencies
My eyes go deep

Blow the dust off
Old sacred book in chains
Feel the holocaust
The text if misinterpreted
Can bring up front conundrums
Assumptions
That you had the foundation
To hold the cover
Overwhelming energy
Gave you bugged out thoughts
Abundance
The darkness you have not mastered
A lump sum
Cast away
You malfunctioned
Only god
Can bring you up
Now son
Causality is my plunder
I will never wonder
Long enough for you to
Send me under
Saving this blood
To make
Butter