BROOD AWAKENING

Fill the time Fill the space Fill the void F*ck this place Came home too late But look what I found A briefcase full Of flowers and gold Won fair and square In a heretic's game Where the rules are scribed In the blood of saints Bull true fan Dynamic man Kiss the hands Of your black mass I'm done with staying inside A prismed mind Colorful eyes That you wear with pride We prance around Like dancing lambs Eating ash Round a fire This night has gone on too long Lust has lost its luster Tomorrow I'll come along To undo all of these wrongs Be free Or be obsolete Please Be free Or become obsolete Please Be free Or become obsolete Please Be free Or become obsolete