He’s got to look under your skin He feels a volume of your breath He was just a guest from your dream, but now you are possessed He will distort your very frame Form you to make you hear his call Drive you completely insane and make your ego small
He’ll show the path and stretch the link He’ll crucify your lurid soul He’ll give you ooze to drink and let you smoke some straw He’ll make you deaf – you’ll see the sound He’ll take your eyes – you’ll hear the light He will cradle your mind and let your body die
He puts his needles in your skull Tightens his screws inside your brain Makes you dazed numb and dull so you won’t feel the pain Void gives you fat kiss on your lips Shades and reflections disappear King of a Thousand Cribs, he’s almost here