The Guest

He’s got to look under your skin
He feels a volume of your breath
He was just a guest from your dream, but now you are possessed
He will distort your very frame
Form you to make you hear his call
Drive you completely insane and make your ego small

He’ll show the path and stretch the link
He’ll crucify your lurid soul
He’ll give you ooze to drink and let you smoke some straw
He’ll make you deaf – you’ll see the sound
He’ll take your eyes – you’ll hear the light
He will cradle your mind and let your body die

He puts his needles in your skull
Tightens his screws inside your brain
Makes you dazed numb and dull so you won’t feel the pain
Void gives you fat kiss on your lips
Shades and reflections disappear
King of a Thousand Cribs, he’s almost here