take me for granted
like the devil does malice
drink from a chalice
you swing like mallet
the milk has gone rancid
but still you can have it
drink it like magic
that manifests madness
its all so outlandish
we manage to vanish
tragic and static
unmasked by the maggots
i am the master
the true god of pain
i bastard spellcaster
who forgot his own name