He said ”do you not think You could fit in?” Just a thought, eh, just a Fucking way Up on a high horse, Whence you could look down Then think of me once, But not twice or thrice My theatrical impact might be lessened So you must do it! No if’s not but’s Only killers in this hut And i live in a hut, that’s for certain A basement dweller above, hiding from the light Of Astaroth Don’t think of coming back no Your moniker it brings horror show, Horror show! Keep calm and keep on Keeping on, i’m trucking like the dead Replete with resplendent References to mystics of cold Russia Coarse is my voice, course it’s my voice Now i’d love the quietude, if only i could find it Solemn solitude, you remind me of Solomon And i’m the child caught in the middle, dying