Sanctums
2008
Rotting teeth, I lost my rune
summer always comes late for me
but the desperately dying fall of this tune
has unveiled a surprising fate to me
Im poking men in trash bins
or joking with beads and my bunny
envision Donnie in my hash dreams
and a life more than fulfilled and funny
Now switch your mode,
time for some science fiction!
Ten thousand advices for this abode
why cant we meet at the intersection?
No, Baphomets altars ran dry
Choronzon is here and nowhere
Pictures of his chest, you are high
they sell Mammon charms at the fair
In Midland Im bored stiff,
I get homesick, brick by brick
potato battle at the cliff,
I wish I could do this gypsy trick:
Convince and persuade
by deflowering their infancy
Summer this year comes late
but it comes with a prophecy
Hex me even higher
Im born to reach and reign
I am bound to wind and fire
so who dares to be my rain?
