Three Legged Octopus

They told me you had a plan-
To Merlin out the magic man
But here I am
Curling those who twirl in devastation stands
Verbal zombies I command
Running around with spice in hand
Chop up, hungry for life
Trust me they don’t give a damn
(Verse 2 — Perennial)
I’m the acid bath savage drowning shallow dreamers
Sharpening meat cleavers to slash elitist schemers
Sendin heat seekers at you, or, rather a scud
Covered in mud, huddled or cloved hoof slunk head chewin the cud
My patients is done, nap sack over my back and run
Laughter cackled at bible thumpers claiming they the only one
But the ones that know the most are those that say they don’t know shit
So I’m wary when a Hail Mary is the the only way to cope with it
Float the moat of sick, motor boat through codependence
Loafer mode of gopher holes and moldy code of penance
Loco presence, had a lot to do with coping with remembrance
Solo menace of misled underfed dogma grotto tenants
Lucid high society eugenics unwinding crucible lieutenants
As we morned the toppled tower victims they laughed at their deaths
Cold breaths of helter-skelter Scrooge McDuck lust of treasure
Forming measure after measure of psychotic throngs of pleasure
(Chorus — Tony Toka)
They told me you had a plan-
To Merlin out the magic man
But here I am
Curling those who twirl in devastation stands
Verbal zombies I command
Running around with spice in hand
Chop up, hungry for life
Trust me they don’t give a damn