Vrs. 1-
Healer they call me, the plebeian fools
My heart is in love with the flask
I'll bide my time with the dying I prize
Ensuring their carrion lasts
Pre Ch.-
I am aroused by the the curious smell of rot
When you are near, my thoughts they are clear
To my heart you are not just a thought
Painting the picture of life
With ink on a canvas black
Insane, indeed
But it's clarity you need
So bathe in the blood of the rats
Raising a glass to you
This is my only honor true
Meat and bone have no undertones
No reason to think this through
Vrs. 2-
I gather my tools
To splay, carve, main, and dissect
I harvest their lives in jars
The finest of man-made arts
Post Vrs.-
Raped by flames
Their bodies are cast away
A Ritual offering, burning of flesh
A totem to the lord, Baphomet
Painting the picture of life
With ink on a canvas black
Insane, indeed
But it's clarity you need
So bathe in the blood of the rats
Raising a glass to you
This is my only honor true
Meat and bone have no undertones
No reason to think this through
Bridge-
The malice in what was my heart
Is perched up on a throne
Lighting the path less taken
Down this road I must go

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