They flip the electric switch but I did not cower
I defy gravity and scream in agony,I am the jest
Electricity and meth fuse and I become a power
The rusted springs and chains let loose and bust
With my second chance I rip the wings from the fly
And I kill the flea with one well aimed knife thrust
I stomp them down with my boots and look to the sky
As I give the enchantment I reach for my bag of dust
I take pleasure in the ritual as I give fire to the spoon
I corrupt thy dreams but my enemies will not awake
Till morning comes it is thy dreams that I shall take
And I will leave in place this hellish dark nightmare
But rest in peace my enemy until after you are scared
With the spell complete I become a drain to your drip
But as the room turns dark I see the shadowed hands
If enemies of mine they shall turn to dust within my grip
As they take me I realize I am but a grain of sand
They have my spoon and wand but I am a man driven
Beyond a little life of fact, fiction or illusions
And they are late for in this hour a victor has risen
I am he who is to devour you and your petty delusions
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