Number one, “I have to get to the next level,” number two, “I got a feel something upstairs,” number three, say something clever, number eleven, “I have to fuck something upstairs,” number four, “I forgot to turn something off,” the oven maybe, number five, “I gotta go kill somebody,” number six, “I gotta start a fire,” number eight, “I gotta flood something,” number nine, “the world is burning,” number ten, “I got a country to invade.”

Number seven, open the door, number eight, the holy spirit compel me, number nine, just got to complete the rhyme, number ten, my exit is here.

Something about Kiev, and he got locked in, in the East, they speak of a thing called yoga, when the dreamers misspeak, and the truth, twisted,

The division bell rang out, blue and red, choose your sides, or are you rich? Can you afford, to not answer,

And the elder gods watched this, far in the distance,

The youth asked, are we alive this time?

The undead smelled the smoke in the air,

A fire, someone started a fire,

May the spring consume us,

May my cup flood the world,

May I fall, into a dream, stuck in this seam,

Would I let him cum in me?

Sweetie, I think I’ll miss it.