Hell

[Verse 1: MC dälek]

Carrying carcass, I cross threshold

The masses moan knowing that could quite possibly be their person

Thirsting for final ounce of life

To lie fetal once again it seems so natural

Actual sight clear, his mind's eye blurred a beautiful hazed kaleidoscope smile

The locust lie dormant too

Within their own hazy web

Waiting to feed upon your first born

Torn between breath and death

Parched mouth to black-nippled breast

To fill this chest with precious life once again

So blessed to breath in time of our demise

Oh to stroll in amongst the riots

Wondering which politician shall play the role of Pontius Pilate

I from those who would spill your life's blood to appease the sun

Wandered streets long before you ever acquired speech from first tongue

[Verse 2: MC dälek]

From slums radiate a marinade of obtuse thought

The brightness of the stage reminds me how heavy looms our shadows

As before in hallways narrowed by stature of so-called similar men

Wielding death in palms