i can make a willow cry with a wicked sound jam your fingers in your ears when i come around
i can make the world go stark and quiet with my hands i can make the gurney swing and i can just kill a man when i come around
i can make you shatter i can make you lame and tired i can make a wheel turn into a ball of raging fire i can make you wish you've never wished a wish before your riches will consume you until you envy the poor when i come around
i have no hands, i have no heart i have a shotgun shell and when it sings you get a glimpse of what i will unwell when i come around