Hieronymus Bosch Mosh Pit

He walked up the stairs the frozen lake was in his room Red spider lilies grew and then they started to bloom He saw the man in the ice he said I’m at peace in my tomb He said you don't need to go below, hell always comes to you Welcome to pandemonium, panic where Paradise is Lost He had snakes eyes like a pair of dice, forked tongue in the frost He asked the man who he was he said I’m your evil within I use your weaknesses against you I gave you archetypes of sin I have many names accuser, tempter, deceiver trickster I’m the oil in the water that divides up the mixture I used to be a daimon now they call me a demon I’m the pride of the evening, I'm the morning star Venus I’m the dragon that Michael fought the underworld final boss I’m the one who gave job boils for messing with my pot I’m the doubt of god, the Tao of god, who fell out the house of god I shout at god, I question authority with a sprout of thought My town is hot, a revolutionary, it's me you should applaud My mouth is hot, the world's a camel I'm the drought and the straw Fuck a neuroscientist I gave you free will Your mind is a canvas you can paint heaven or hell I watched you paint the hopeful and horrific, poetic and mythic I’m the home of the thinkers, the prolific, the autonomous misfits Skeptic scientifics, quantum physics to be specific I’m in your mind analytic, terrific, I’m in your lyrics That's why you keep dropping more joints then meniscus I take your anger and convert it like catalytic you spit it Into bars acidic, that's why they spread parasitic You work for me admit it, for fame your soul you would risk it To go to hell you need to become hell that's how you got a ticket I’m your inner critic, I’m desire and shame that you inhibit I gave you the idea you had the knife you were complicit I could give you eternity, this life is just a snippet Just sign here in your blood get some ink with a wrist slit I asked for the scissors then i took his wings and clipped em He just started laughing then he turned into a mirror Hell's locks are on the inside the metaphor was clear Hell was having a rave Hieronymus Bosch mosh pit Cerberus was eating souls, I watched as the dogs bit I woke up in the jaws of the cold as the frost bit The fox said we need to find chris, we lost him