plenty, of your little eyeballs, swirling, over and around you're, squirming, underneath his sharpened blade, each one, stuffed into his velvet, fleshy, hoses of the helpless, flooding, up his little bag of red, severed head, rolling, down the inclinations, opening, tunnels of creation, fiery, glowing of the mouth inside, purified, what would he need with the skulls of the filthy, making his alter with flesh from their empty souls, turning your dreams into liquids of potions, ashes they burn like the foggiest notions,bah bah bah bah you're gonna die, yea bah bah bah bah you're gonna die, yea bah bah bah bah you're gonna die, yea bah bah bah bah you're gonna, gonna die, cobwebs, hanging from the next life, upward, reaching for a white light, only, to be shown an evil red, extinguish, all you little people, a wish, only for the meat to, burn quick, so he can destroy your minds, dissolving time, bah bah bah bah you're gonna die yea, bah bah bah bah you're gonna die yea, bah bah bah bah you're gonna die yea, bah bah bah bah you're gonna, gonna die