Demons around me that I can’t see! Plead down on my knees but they won’t leave! (Repeat X3)
Verse 1:
I’m smart as they come so just be careful what your tryin ta pull Being sneaky tryin ta out-creep me you must think I’m a fool I’m the grand master, a rocket scientist from Lancaster Dumpin humungous buckets of flavor on you bland bastards
I eat rappers and crap souls The ghost of the collapsed old shack where the black pumpkin patch grows I scratched holes in the coffin that they latched closed Dug up through the ground, broke the surface and my ass rose!
Now I stand with a staff in my hand A broken man looking out over the land from which I was band But I returned in disguise to blend amongst the people Menacing, seeking vengeance against any presumptive evil
Demon spawn, brake in your room at the gleam of dawn Wake you up, stab you in the face ‘for you even yawn And this is how I envisioned it all along, Just give me the heads of those who imprisoned me I’ll be gone!
(chorus X1)
Verse 2:
I used to entertain people in such innocent ways Now I juggle four-foot ninja blades and pin-less grenades Drinking kerosene and breathing flames I sneeze at people and casually say excuse me while they scream in pain
You get indicted for corporate stock extortions I get indicted for unlawfully breathing life into rotten corpses In cemeteries in the blackest darkness I’ll start the tractor parked behind the maintenance shack, dig up, and snatch a carcass
And drag ‘em back to the Lair and you know what happens there Surgical staples and dried, blood-stained mattress tears Replacing fingers with claws, cutting faces with saws And implanting flesh eating jaws bigger than that of bears
That means my army of zombies is on its way to you all To unleash an assault for the likes of which you can’t prepare Contraire, they’ll be chasing you as you run scared Hop in your closet light a match and there’s one there!
(Chorus X1)
Bridge:
Welcome to the great asylum Welcome to the greatest show Welcome to the coldest, darkest hole
Watch the dancing Jokerr cry Watch the tear drops on his eyes Dry for all eternity and so… Welcome to the show
Verse 3:
I’m the one genuine article surrounded by a crock of facades So at the final bow yall don’t even gotta applaud Cause I could give a damn about claps I get those by pushing people into empty pools full of cocked mouse traps
All along I’ve been waiting and waiting The violence and wrath that my chains were negating Dreaming of times and dreaming of places When I could set you up and scream in your faces!!!