Terror and Hubris In the House of Frank Pollard

All the fucked up things trap and punish me

I cannot explain my problem

Kill my hopeless life, I cannot be hypnotized

You owe me, you owe me

Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors

Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma peering out of spherical night mask

Paleolithic subconscious icons lumber through dreamscape archetype of archangel

Topside it's far worse—infants painted gauze peer through murky jars

Soon I'm wearing the skin of the morning star

Green locks my name fills an empty banner

Frank, what have you gotten me into now?

I am not afraid to speak my heart and mind

It cannot be saved, sell me over

Fuck your hopeless world, I am blacker than the sun

Tragedy, tragedy

Have you seen the speedy, yes?

Bleeds through sleep onto the page

I'm sailin'

I'm sailin'

I'm sailin'

I'm sailin'

It must be done

It must be done

It must be done

It must be done