all the fucked up things trap and punish me i cannot explain my problem kill my hopeless life i cannot be hypnotized you owed 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 dream scape archetype of archangel terror and hubris terror and hubris 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 mind it cannot be saved sell me over fuck your hopeless world i am blacker than the sun tragedy have you seen the speedy yes bleeds through sleep onto the page i m sailing it must be done writer chris adler will adler david randall blythe john campbell mark morton1