I needed a name
I wanted a name not a substitute fisher king
Song pushed by our intent
A pinch
A trace would be a joy for beggar's bay
The choice would be a great door and never pay
Sent upon visions in a cave while the fetid yellow daze with the day
Sins upon the humans in a cave of flesh eating game
Program the city rage and burn
Sun and rain shed red
Betray upon this day
Crimes gut of slavery
Don't show me how
Show me names
It is written
It is one that would be insane
This crime main lame cruel mad insane
What?