Non Compos Mentis
2005
Consonants knock on my door
I wish my witchboard away
While hierophants lie on the floor
I sit straight and pretend to pray
Behemoth lies in my bed
let me try another magic spell
this elefant makes me sad
let me faint and then go to hell
Where I hide in anagramms
From the succubus infantry
Beelzebub jollies me with gems
and unveils my true gallantry
I am so ready for shore..
where will hit me the rock of love
I hope this isnt a safety door
or why cant we reach the truth above?
Just like the lexicon is infinite
I dared a glimpse underneath the veil
into your patterns Ill never fit
Tetragrammaton, all hail!
To your obsolete commandments still in force
now compare my divination
A sinners immolation is ritual remorse
Youd call it but “abalienation”
